Yizhi

At the beginning of November, the temperature dropped sharply, and the whole city was heated in advance.The morning news ends and the weather forecast begins. Heavy rainfall in the north is coming, and there may be sleet.

Song Yezhi came out of the kitchen, passed by the living room, listened to it, stopped and turned up the volume, and stood and waited for a while.When it was Hainan's turn, it had already been played in cities across the country.

28 degrees Celsius, strong ultraviolet rays, not suitable for outdoor activities.An umbrella is required for travel to prevent heatstroke.

really do.

After putting the dishes in his hand on the dining table, he went to push the bedroom door, opened a corner of the curtain, opened half of the window, and quietly looked outside through the narrow slit for a few minutes. It was clear that there was only rain.

Song Yezhi walked to the bed and rubbed the quilt messily: "Uncle, Uncle."

Yi Qingwei curled up in a ball on the bed, unable to distinguish the head from the tail. When he heard him speak, his body moved in reflex, and he was silent for a few seconds before his voice caught up with him: "Hmm..."

"Five minutes have already passed."

"Um......"

Song Yezhi stretched out his hand and scratched his chin with a few fingers, just like teasing a cat and dog, and asked, "When did you come back last night?"

The cool touch relieved the drowsiness a lot, Yi Qingwei refused to open his eyes, grabbed Song Yezhi's fingertips, pressed them under his cheeks, and moved his hands upwards, like vines, slowly wrapping around his arms : "Two or three o'clock, did the noise wake you up?"

Song Yezhi thought it was too hot, so he backed away.

"I can feel it. After waking up for a few seconds, I still hold your hand."

The climbing frame shifted, and Yi Qingwei's arm slowly fell to the edge of the bed, and knocked twice: "Song Yezhi, stand up a little bit."

"The porridge is getting cold."

"If you have something to say, come and explain it to me."

Seeing that Yi Qingwei closed his eyes, he took two steps on the spot: "Here we come."

Yi Qingwei laughed angrily, opened his eyes anyway, and grabbed the arm hanging by the bed, Song Yezhi staggered a few steps closer, his knees pressed against the edge of the bed, and his palms resting on the side of the pillow.

When people came to him, he raised his head and looked up at him, then repented and made an inch of it.

"Tired? Come in and lie down for a while?"

Song Yezhi made a gesture to leave, Yi Qingwei immediately put his wrist under his nose, turned it around twice, and said: "It's really serious, tell me, what's going on?"

Yi Qingwei has not been exposed to the sun all year round, so her skin is whiter, her hands are more expensive, and the color is extremely eye-catching.The purple hickey was imprinted on the side of the wrist bone, showing a gorgeous and beautiful energy.

Song Yezhi saw it, and said with a smile, "Hey, it's done."

"They asked me if my wrist was burning or if I had been pinched."

"Who?"

"During the operation yesterday, the nurse Xiao Zhang asked me when she was pulling my gloves. I was also confused, and replied that it was a dog's tooth." Yi Qingwei pulled him down and put his arm around his neck, "Are you Puppy? When did you sneak around?"

"You took a nap yesterday." Song Yezhi simply lay on top of him, touching the new stubble on his chin with his fingertips, "It's not a knock, it's not a puppy."

Yi Qingwei stared at his lips and scolded in a low voice: "I know, as soon as I teach you, you will...give me another one. I have time to supervise the work right now."

Song Yezhi's eyeballs rolled around and met his eyes: "Where are you sucking?"

He said so, and his feet were ready to retreat.Yi Qingwei didn't need to look to know what was going on in Song Yezhi's mind, so he wrapped his arms around his waist and refused to let him go, turned over and rode on him.

As if a switch had been pressed, the phone on the bedside table rang suddenly.

It was Song Yingjun.

Song Yingjun and Yi Weigong organized a group with some old friends to visit Harbin in summer, and stayed there for a few months.Unexpectedly, winter in the extreme north came quickly, and they had to wear padded jackets as soon as October came. After discussing it, they left their organization and flew to Hainan for the winter.

"Xiaoye, is it so fast? Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, wait for uncle to eat together, but he stays in bed all the time."

Song Yezhi complained in front of the righteous master and was pinched in the face.

"Xiaowei is here too? Are you making an appointment to have dinner outside?"

"Grandpa, I haven't seen you in a few months. Your northeast accent is quite authentic." Song Yezhi said, "We are not outside, we are at home, making millet porridge, with meat buns and siu mai at the alley."

This sounds like home in Hutong.

As soon as the words came out, Yi Qingwei stopped getting out of bed.

Sure enough, Song Yingjun reacted: "Xiaowei lives with you these days?"

Yi Qingwei looked at Song Yezhi hanging his head and playing with the thread of his jeans. He was casual and frank: "Yes, Aunt Li asked for leave some time ago."

Song Yingjun thought about it, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong. There were only two children left in the two families, and they lived together, saving worry and trouble.

"Then you guys discuss when to come to Hainan for the New Year, make arrangements, and we will wait for you two here."

"It's still two or three months before the New Year, Grandpa."

"Come early, it's warm here."

"I read the weather forecast, 28 degrees is not warm, you, Uncle Tao and Grandpa Yi have to pay attention, the sun is very strong during the day, you must go out less, don't get heat stroke..."

Seeing that the topic was stable, Song Yezhi began to chatter daily, and Yi Qingwei went to brush his teeth and wash his face in peace.

After a while, Yi Qingwei entered the bedroom with porridge and steamed buns, but Song Yezhi lay down instead. After finishing the call, he leaned against the bedside and pressed the phone.

"Sit down, this position is bad for your eyes and bones."

Song Yezhi sat upright obediently, editing text messages with his fingers.

"what's the topic?"

"It's about the class reunion." Song Yezhi raised his face and smiled brightly, "Uncle, they asked the family to come with them."

"You promised?"

"I have a family."

"Honey, how dare you?"

Both voices softened.

Song Yezhi said: "Don't be afraid, they are all very nice."

In the afternoon, Yi Qingwei received an unsigned letter in the hospital office.He flipped open the thin kraft paper lightly, and he pulled out a plastic-covered photo with old yellow edges.

A teenage boy with a cold face was standing under a winter plum in skate shoes, and was being held in his arms by a fluffy down jacket.The eyes looking at the camera are extremely calm, unhappy and lacking in vivacity.Those eyes were soaked and illuminated by the snow, and the silver-white scene was clearly reflected in his two transparent black pupils.

Yi Qingwei stared intently at the photo with his head down, closed the office door with his feet, turned his fingers to the back.

"Taken in February 1996"

"Gift in October 2003"

"Happy Birthday Yi Qingwei"

"Also, with Song Yezhi forever, endless time"

After reading, Yi Qingwei bit his lip and smiled.Zhao Huanyu's handwriting is a typical science girl, with small fonts, regular shapes, no strokes, and a unique style.

But this time it wasn't like usual splashing ink. It can be seen that she wrote very cautiously and carefully.

He repeated it several times and dialed Zhao Huanyu's phone number.Failed, the artificial voice prompts that the number has been canceled and is an empty number.It was only then that Yi Qingwei noticed that the string of numbers in the lower right corner was an international number.

After dubiously inputting and connecting, Zhao Huan and Happy's screams came from the receiver.

"Ah——Uncle, you came here by a coincidence! I saw a whale!"

The flavor of Beijing is strong, and the nasal voice is heavy, but Yi Qingwei is still not sure: "Goldfish?"

"Whale!" She raised her head and asked the people around her, "What kind of whale is this?" The person next to him said something, and Zhao Huanyu excitedly relayed it to him, "Oh, he doesn't know either! It doesn't matter! My God ! A water column more than five meters high——!"

Yi Qingwei heard Huo Da's voice.

"Zhao Huanyu, where are you?"

"On the boat! Huo Da and I are coming to Thailand!"

Yi Qingwei heard her continue to ask: "I just received the photo today?"

"just saw."

Zhao Huan smiled: "How about this gift?"

Yi Qingwei also laughed: "Not bad." Endless, the next sentence, "Is there any more?"

"You are really greedy—this is the only one, out of print."

"Okay, when will you be back?"

"Be sure to be back before Christmas."

"It would be best. Song Yezhi took me to the supermarket last weekend, bought a carload of Christmas decorations, and went to the store to order a few sets of Christmas clothes, which will be ready in mid-December."

"Then I'll be back in early December." She turned her head and asked Huo Da, "Is it possible?" After being sure, she assured Yi Qingwei, "Yes."

"There are so many things to do at the end of the year, and I still have time to play around."

"No, Huo Da and I have obtained the certificate and are going on a honeymoon trip. The travel period is uncertain, and we plan to visit the earth."

Yi Qingwei stopped laughing, his throat tightened, and his tone was serious: "Zhao Huanyu, you and Huo Da? Are you serious?"

"Uncle, it's always been true."

Within a few seconds, a new email popped up from Yi Qingwei's computer interface login mailbox, from Zhao Huanyu's account. When he clicked on it, two photos came into view.A marriage certificate, a selfie, Huo Da holding a mirror, only occupying the position of a pair of eyes, the rest is the full silhouette of Zhao Huan and he who is concentrating on capturing whales.

Wording: Say hello to Mr. Song too.

Huo Da shared her email account with her.

Yi Qingwei was silent, not saying a word.

Zhao Huanyu was a little guilty, but fortunately the distance was far away, so he dared to call someone through the phone line: "Uncle?"

"Just got it?"

"...the day before yesterday."

The phone was disconnected suddenly, the signal at sea was unstable, and when I called again, it was "not in the service area, temporarily unavailable".

Yi Qingwei slumped in the chair, raised his head, and raised the photo.

These few lines of writing are written with a degree of prudence-this girl was not as serious as the college entrance examination back then.

After watching quietly for a while, he picked up the phone and saved the new number into the address book.Then click on the mailbox, check the contact, and forward it.