Yizhi

He loves his skin as much as his bone.

Yi Qingwei was lying down, and Song Yezhi lay on top of him.Chest to chest, belly on top of belly, legs on legs.

Song Yezhi's hand was hidden under the pillow, and Yi Qingwei's hand was walking on top of him.

From clavicle to shoulder blade.Swipe down again, at this time, Song Yezhi's butterfly bone is hidden.However, these two bones also have their wings ready to fly.

In the second half of the journey, the water in the bathtub became cold, so he carried him to the bed.Song Yezhi sat on his knees with his back to him, propped up on the bed with one hand, grasped his wrist with the other, raised his neck and straightened his waist.

In this way, he offered the butterfly bone to his eyes.

Then there is the spine, each section of hard and round bones, touched down one by one, like white pearls buried under the smooth fine sand.

And then to the tailbone, the last one.

He exerted force everywhere, but Song Yezhi didn't respond, only when he got here, the person on his body suddenly flinched, and at the same time squeezed out a handful of air from his throat.

The vocal cords do not vibrate, so there is no sound.

Yi Qingwei asked knowingly, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Yezhi didn't answer.

He has no strength to speak and is saving.

Yi Qingwei smiled, and Song Yezhi's stomach was empty for a moment, and his chest was shaken.

Outside the door, the sound of unlocking and closing the door came from downstairs, and Song Yezhi opened his eyes.

Yi Qingwei said, "Aunt Li is here to make dinner."

The sky is not bright, it is already six or seven o'clock.

Sure enough, after a while, the footsteps stepped on the stairs and stopped at the door, and someone knocked on the door.

Aunt Li said, "Is Xiaowei there? I'm starting to cook, okay?"

Song Yezhi was about to get up, but was pushed back by Yi Qingwei.

Yi Qingwei wanted to speak, but Song Yezhi covered his mouth again.

He said angrily, "Don't tell Aunt Li that I'm here."

Aunt Li came to ask people when she saw shoes in the entrance, she knocked a few more times and called, "Xiao Wei?"

Yi Qingwei didn't respond to Song Yezhi's words, grabbed his fingers, and said to the door: "Aunt Li, you are here, I was sleeping just now."

And indeed sleeping.

Song Yezhi's ears were a little hot, and he fell back to his chest.

"Oh good." Aunt Li said, "I see what happened to the roast duck on the ground, do you want to eat it tonight?"

Yi Qingwei smiled and lowered his eyebrows to glance at Song Yezhi's expression, and said, "Ah, someone sent that one, I'll bring it up later."

Aunt Li: "It's so interesting these days, there are still people who send roast ducks to other people's homes." She went downstairs while muttering.

Yi Qingwei didn't know what he was having fun with, he put his face on Song Yezhi's buried head.Song Yezhi ignored him and was bitten.

"What to eat?"

"water."

After doing that, Song Yezhi was extremely thirsty for water. He had already drank a bottle before, and the empty mineral water bottle rolled away somewhere.

Yi Qingwei brought a new one, unscrewed it for him, stood by the bed and reached out to pull him up.

Yi Qingwei touched his reddened eyelids and asked, "You cry too much, don't you?"

Song Yezhi said, "It's sweat."

Yi Qingwei nodded accommodatingly, pretending to be perfunctory and kept saying "hmm".

Tease him to say a few more words, seeing that his physical strength is recovering and his spirit is gradually recovering, Yi Qingwei closes the door and goes downstairs.

Song Yezhi was lying on the bed alone, it was gray outside the window, and the room was quiet and dark.He climbed out of bed, sneaked out the door barefoot, and looked down the corridor. There was no one in the living room.He descended a few flights of stairs, crouched, and looked into the kitchen through the wide gap between the banisters.

I saw Yi Qingwei wearing an apron standing in front of the stove, with Aunt Li pointing at her side.He was calm, but it was Aunt Li, a bystander, who was in a hurry for him.

Song Yezhi smiled, but didn't move, and squatted on the spot with his knees hugged and stared at it for a while.

Yi Qingwei originally glanced upstairs at his room, saw the door was open, moved his eyes again, and found Song Yezhi curled up in a ball at the stairs.

His and Yi Qingwei's eyes met, and they rolled.

It looks like a poor puppy at first glance, but turns into a cunning and noble cat when it smiles, Yi Qingwei thought.

He didn't pay attention to the dishes in the pot. Seeing that he was absent-minded, Aunt Li finally had a reason to take over by herself.Yi Qingwei could only stand behind and be a student, he waved to Song Yezhi with his back to Aunt Li's eyes.

"Well, the biggest skill is to pay attention to the heat." Aunt Li taught him.

After Yi Qingwei nodded, he looked up again, but the person was gone, the door of the room was still open, and the white light was on.

He pursed his lips and smiled slightly at the room full of oily smoke.

"Aunt Li, then you can fry it first, I'm going out to buy something."

Aunt Li didn't turn her head back, and said casually: "It's so late, what should I buy? If you're not in a hurry, wait until the sky is bright before going, otherwise it won't be safe."

"It's a small thing, but it needs to be used tonight." Yi Qingwei was already changing his shoes, he said, "Go back early when you're done, I'll eat it when I get back."

This year, Aunt Li's youngest son has to take the college entrance examination, so she will not live in Yi's house.I rented a house in front of the school to take care of the children nearby, which is the same as what her eldest daughter did when she took the college entrance examination.

"Okay." Aunt Li said, "Then Xiaowei should come back early, the cold food is not good for the stomach."

When Yi Qingwei left, the lock was turned on with a key and there was no sound.It's just superfluous, even if he smashed the door, Song Yezhi would hardly notice it at the moment.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony of the room were not closed, the wardrobe door was wide open, and the wind broke in. There were only a few hangers left on the iron pipes in the wardrobe, which were swinging melodiously.

Song Yezhi stood blankly holding a neat stack of clothes, staring blankly at one of the white shirts that was swaying in the wind.

An ordinary white shirt is not uncommon.But when the lipstick mark on his chest turned into Song Yezhi's eyes, he wanted to cry.

Obviously should laugh.

Uncle is so childish.

But it hung here for six or seven years in a quiet, lonely posture, and he knew nothing about it.

It's pathetic when you think about it.

Song Yezhi stared at it for a long time, and put the clothes in his hand on the lower floor to put them away.Standing up, took off the bathrobe on his body, and put on it - this white shirt that was accidentally stained with his own lipstick at Wang Xinghe's wedding in 1996, was then taken off by Yi Qingwei, and was hidden until 2003.

After fastening the buttons one by one, he walked to the full-length mirror by the window.

With a glance, he caught another familiar old thing.

He took good care of the purple bear, and the deep purple back then turned into a light purple, and it had been washed countless times.Ugly, and ugly too.

Before Song Yezhi even had time to get close to it, tears flowed out.

His eyes were dry and he was not fit to cry anymore.

Human emotions are so complex, but expressions are scarce.

What else could he do besides tears and laughter, and what could be more definite than these two expressions.

Yi Qingwei came very quickly, the community is only 10 minutes away from the pharmacy by car.

Aunt Li has already left, leaving a table of delicious hot dishes.

Song Yezhi sat on the bed, heard Yi Qingwei's footsteps, buried his face in the bear's plush belly, rubbed it randomly a few times, and wiped away the tears.When Yi Qingwei arrived at the door, he held a note between his fingers and smiled at the person who came.

Notes, bears, shirts.In a few seconds, Yi Qingwei noticed them one by one.

Inadvertently, he was stripped naked and left without a pair of underpants. He began to understand a little bit how he felt when he found Song Yezhi's perfume in London for the first time.

He preemptively pulled the topic, and asked, "Can I sit like this, so my back doesn't hurt anymore?"

Song Yezhi took in all his faint embarrassment, smiled even more openly, and said, "Uncle, didn't you say you threw it away?"

Yi Qingwei walked over, threw himself on the bed, put his arms around the man's waist, rested his head on Song Yezhi's shoulder, held the medicine box in his hand, and said to himself: "Can I wipe the medicine for you now?"

"Yi Qingwei." He read the content of the note crisply, and asked, "Are the three characters I wrote good?"

Yi Qingwei knew that he couldn't get along, so he kissed him, imitating Song Yezhi's tone, and said, "It looks good."

That year he got angry with Song Yezhi about the lunch break. Song Yezhi delivered meals for him on weekends, went from the orthopedics department to the emergency department, and came to the office. I put Yi Qingwei's name on the lunch box and asked the nurse sister to help deliver it.

When Yi Qingwei received it, he was helpless and funny.He opened the lunch box, and the white paper fell to the ground. He picked it up, looked it over carefully, folded it neatly, and put it in his left breast pocket.

A little longer, Song Yezhi picked up a plush bear at Wang Xinghe's wedding and threw it to him. He went to the tailor's shop within a few days and asked someone to make a zipper for the bear and store the three characters in its body. .

In retrospect, it is very common.

"Uncle, I didn't give you too much." Song Yezhi rubbed his ear sideways.

Hearing this, Yi Qingwei raised his head solemnly, looked straight into his eyes, and changed his words halfway as he wanted to say something: "Are you crying alone just now?"

"Is it obvious?"

Yi Qingwei kissed his eyelids, and said, "It's more red than when I left, why are you crying, little boy." He continued to kiss his straight nose, and whispered solemnly, "Song Yezhi, what you gave me is enough. too much."

"My classmate Huanyu and I will meet in December, Christmas." Song Yezhi suddenly said something irrelevant.

It's August now.

"My experimental project ended yesterday."

He came without stopping.

"The Chinese Academy of Sciences threw an olive branch to me a few months ago."

He has been thinking.

"The day after you showed up in London, I accepted."

——The class reunion is fake, and I can't wait to meet you is real.

Yi Qingwei froze.

On a summer night, the sky is clear and translucent sapphire blue without ink.The moon is round and the clouds are sparse, and the galaxy is shining brightly, which is considered an extreme scene in the world.Yi Qingwei looked up when he returned home after buying the medicine, thinking in his heart that when he got upstairs, he would ask Song Yezhi to stand on the balcony to enjoy it together.

At this moment, the man smiled at him with bright eyes and bright teeth, so bright that Yi Qingwei lost his mind.I don't know how many stars fell into Song Yezhi's eyes in the night sky I saw just now.

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