Yizhi

Beijing time, 2003.8.3, 13:23.

It was an unusual afternoon.

In the bedroom, the clothes on the bed were scattered, and the plastic bags on the floor were crunchy by the wind.Yi Qingwei stood with his hands on his hips, staring at the half-empty wardrobe.

The 4th is Qixi Festival, which is Song Yezhi's birthday.Yi Qingwei booked a plane ticket without telling anyone, and will be leaving in a few hours.As a surprise, he wanted to dress better.Don't want to be too grand, but delicate enough to make him frown.

He pondered for a while, if he could call Song Yezhi and ask what he planned to wear tomorrow, he could match it according to his outfit.

Yi Qingwei immediately turned around to look for the phone, took it in his hand, and realized that it was early morning in London.

Throwing the phone back to the pillow, he walked around the room, rolled the plastic bag into the trash can, and halfway noticed the dull-eyed purple bear on the window sill. He took it with him and put it on the balcony so that it could see the sun.

The phone buzzes, someone calls.

Yi Qingwei was a little reluctant to go to see it. He had transferred shifts with his colleagues at the hospital, and he was always afraid of mistakes and accidents at this time.He knelt on the bed and glanced at the screen. It was an unfamiliar number, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, is this Mr. Yi?"

"Yes, who are you?"

"We delivered your piano to the door, but no one answered the door. Are you home?"

"Piano. I didn't buy a piano." Yi Qingwei said.

"It was bought by another Mr. Yi. He placed the order and told us the address, so we must deliver it home."

Another Mr. Yi?Yi Yan?

Yi Qingwei already has a piano in the downstairs side hall, and it is rare to touch it once a year. He doesn't know what his brother is adding another piano for no reason.

"Okay, please wait a minute, I'll go downstairs and open the door for you."

A small truck was parked outside the door, and several people in blue overalls were transporting the piano out of the cargo compartment.The piano was also invisible, and was tightly wrapped in cotton cloth.

"Take a look, where is it convenient to put it?"

Yi Qingwei turned sideways to let them go in first, he thought for a while: "The living room?"

The man in the lead said: "Mr. Yi said, please let us ask you if we can put it in the bedroom."

"Bedroom? My bedroom?"

"Is this the piano you play?"

"right......"

"That's your bedroom, he gave it to you."

"Okay, let's move up first."

After removing the cotton cloth and piano cover layer by layer, Yi Qingwei recognized it as a Steinway.

——His elder brother can be considered rich if he makes a move.

"Check it out, if there's nothing wrong, we'll be leaving."

"Okay, it's okay, thank you, you worked hard."

After the people left, Yi Qingwei cleaned up the debris and washed his hands before coming to the room.Remove the chair and stand in front of the piano.The texture of the veneer is very rare, unique and beautiful, the brown wood is not dull, as long as it is lightened a little, it will be radiant.Every corner and corner reveals a luxurious beauty and a graceful atmosphere.

When you touch it with your fingers, it feels like a good suet jade.

Yi Qingwei has seen a lot of good things, and at this moment, his hands are itchy.Sitting down to test the timbre, his fingers dropped, the first sound, a heavy hum, was clear and pure, like being splashed with a spoonful of clear water, which made his scalp numb.

The sound is more beautiful than the appearance.

Yi Qingwei jumped onto the bed and called Yi Yan.

"Brother, the piano is here. I only tried it just now, and no matter which one it is, it's perfect."

Yi Yan was buried in the pile of documents, and said in a daze, "What kind of piano?"

Yi Qingwei was speechless for a few seconds: "Could it be that Dad bought it? He and Uncle Song went on a tour and still thought of me?"

Yi Yan said, "Just ask, is his dream of making his son a pianist still shattered?"

There was a crackling sound downstairs, Yi Qingwei slowly got up from the bed and walked out, talking with the phone still in his ear: "Okay, but it doesn't look like Dad's style, this piano is too..."

He left the room and stood in the corridor, facing the door downstairs.

Yi Yan was still waiting for Yi Qingwei's next words, but the phone was hung up suddenly, and a busy tone came from the receiver.

Here, Yi Qingwei saw Song Yezhi standing downstairs, closing the door gently, with his hands behind his back, with a clean and neat body, raised his clean face and smiled at himself.

Last time, a long time ago, he was also standing in this position and witnessed him leave.Now, greet him back without warning.

Yi Qingwei froze there immediately, holding the phone, not knowing where to put his hands and feet, and he didn't know where to dispose of the emotions flooding his chest.

The elbow rests on the railing of the railing, and the forearm hangs softly outside.He was about to speak, but found that he had nothing to say, so he laughed unconsciously, his face lowered, his fingers resting on his forehead, and hiding them in the crook of his arms.

Back arched, shoulders shaking, shaking his head again and again, laughing heartily.

Song Yezhi, what a Mr. Yi.

Song Yezhi kept looking at him, grinning too, revealing a row of neat waxy white teeth, and kept laughing along with him.

Yi Qingwei didn't get up, and looked up at him in a half-lying posture on the railing, and then turned his head away with a smile.He touched his chin, covered his face, and scratched his hair before pointing and asking him.

"What's in your hand?"

Song Yezhi shook the bag, raised it up to show him: "Roast duck, it was so delicious when I passed by, so I bought it. Have you had lunch yet?"

"No food. You come up first."

"Where's the roast duck?"

"Throw it there. You come up first."

"Are my slippers still there?"

There is no third pass.

Yi Qingwei licked his palate and stepped downstairs.

When he got to the front, without waiting for Song Yezhi to say anything, Yi Qingwei picked him up.The half-taken-off shoe wobbled to the ground, and Yi Qingwei picked it up on his knees, hooped the person with one hand, hooked the shoe with the other, and climbed up the steps step by step.

Song Yezhi grabbed his waist: "Uncle...it makes me feel uncomfortable."

Enter the door and lock it.The two shoes were thrown in the corner of the wall, Song Yezhi was thrown to the bed, the spring lifted him up, and was pressed back by Yi Qingwei who leaned over.

Song Yezhi didn't fight him, didn't struggle, hugged him obediently, and asked: "Uncle, what are you wearing all over your bed? Are you going to a catwalk?"

"Tired?"

Song Yezhi shook his head: "I'm not tired, I slept well on the plane."

"Little boy, where did you get the key?"

"I didn't pay back the winter vacation that year." Song Yezhi said, "It's a good thing your locks haven't been changed."

"otherwise?"

Song Yezhi laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes: "Otherwise, I will trouble you to come down and open the door for me."

Yi Qingwei pinched his face and said, "You'll just stand there when you come in, just wait for me to pick you up, right?"

"no......"

Yi Qingwei began to answer his question: "I have booked a plane ticket to fly to London, and I will leave in the afternoon. Then you can stay here alone."

Song Yezhi's hands and feet tightly circled him: "I'm ahead of you, I won."

"What is a piano?"

"Meet and greet."

"Mr. Yi?" He tilted his head, sniffed Song Yezhi's neck, and asked casually.

"Okay?" Song Yezhi asked the piano.

"Okay." Yi Qingwei said Mr. Yi.

"let me see."

"You still have to put it in my bedroom."

"lining."

"Song Yezhi, you are so eager to take my surname."

"I'm not stupid. I said that Mr. Song will definitely reveal his truth."

It was so itchy, Song Yezhi forbade him to kiss that part again.

"You are not stupid. No one is stupider than you." Yi Qingwei said, "What are you doing back here?"

"Zhao Huanyu said that everyone has to go to the class reunion in a few days."

"high school?"

Song Yezhi grabbed his collar: "I was in elementary school, junior high school, and university... I didn't study here either."

"How many days?"

"I don't know."

"No luggage?"

Song Yezhi came here just after turning around the courtyard in the alley.

He was still lying to him: "No."

"It's easy to ask for leave again?"

A little sour.

——Yi Qingwei went to London several times, but he still couldn't get the treatment that Song Yezhi asked for leave to accompany him.Song Yezhi smelled it, and smiled softly, making their chests stick together.

He picked up Yi Qingwei's face and went to find his lips: "I'm jealous."

"Baby, where did you get so much money?" Yi Qingwei lightly rubbed against his lips.

Song Yezhi said: "I don't have any expenses. I have saved my wages and bonuses in the past few years. I am also very rich."

"Now? Can you still afford food?"

"Didn't you just buy roast duck?"

"I also learned to play the piano." Song Yezhi said suddenly, and the topic changed quickly.

Yi Qingwei really stopped and stared at him seriously: "When?"

"It's also the past few years." Song Yezhi said, "When I was a freshman, I went to theoretical classes every day. After the second semester, I started to practice seriously. I went to the piano store every week. Until now, the teacher's tuition has not been paid. clear."

"Uncle, do you still remember what you said, you want a Steinway in exchange for playing a song with you?" Song Yezhi was a little nervous, lest he forget.

"Remember." Yi Qingwei said.

"Ensemble, I can stand next to you and play the bow, or I can sit side by side with you and press the keys."

Song Yezhi's eyes were always looking at him, extremely sincere.

Yi Qingwei remembered that Shen Le had asked him what it was like when they fell in love.

he does not know.

Shen Leji asked him again, what was it like when Song Yezhi loved you.

what kind.

Human nature is vast and elusive.The great kindness is mostly mixed with small evils, the treacherous ones occasionally give favors to others, the admirers have jealousy, and the haters have sympathy, and so on.

Only Song Yezhi, Song Yezhi's love is pure, abundant, warm, resolute, and can be seen at a glance.

When he loves him, he is very good, so good that Yi Qingwei sometimes thinks about what he is capable of.

Holding his hips with one hand and his waist with the other, Yi Qingwei hugged him violently, and when Song Yezhi was hanging firmly, he moved his hands to the back of his neck, forcing someone to kiss him.

He walks around the room, holding his presents, going toward his presents.Yi Qingwei finally put Song Yezhi on the uncovered piano.

Brand new piano, shiny black and white keys, several short and thin strings in the treble area were struck heavily at the same time.Like a thunder on a sunny day, like a high-pitched scream, like a hoarse laugh.

They couldn't express their unclear feelings, and the piano called out for them.

Majestic, piercing the Changhong, swallowing mountains and rivers.

There was a lingering sound, and it was still whispering softly, and the hearts of the two of them also trembled uncontrollably.

"Song Yezhi, which song do you want to combine?"

Yi Qingwei's waist was wrapped even tighter.

The body can be a medium for the transmission of emotions.If you love each other.

They are so close, so hard, they are connected with each other, and they share sorrows and joys.Together they guard the same fire, the last fire in this world.

He suddenly felt like a weed that had taken root in the river and was found by a drowning person.He is thankful that he has grown solidly enough, that he saved his life, that he is needed, that he is content.

"Liang Zhu." Song Yezhi said.

Yi Qingwei smiled.

A song back then, but only a few minutes, makes people think about it to this day.

He whispered in his ear: "Song Yezhi, this time, what are you asking me for?"

Song Yezhi didn't speak.

They hugged and kissed in the room like two swans crossing their necks.

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The next situation is that I still don't understand the website and links, so let's see you on Weibo. I will post it on the 1st, maybe after dinner!In short, when friends think about it, come to play with me earlier.