Yizhi

On the fourth day of the lunar new year, Yi Qingwei returned to Beijing alone.

Song Yezhi was kept by them again and again, and on the seventh day of the lunar new year, he had to leave.It was light when it came, but when it went, it was stuffed with a lot of odds and ends, making it a full suitcase.

Everyone stood outside the gate of the compound to see Song Yezhi off, but Song Lingyu stood on the door frame of the hall and looked at him.After everyone finished talking, Song Lingyu stared at the wheel of the suitcase in Song Yezhi's hand and asked, "Brother, are you going to Shenzhen?"

Yi Enwu leaned on Song Yezhi and shook his head at the people inside: "I won't go to Shenzhen, Brother Xiaoye will go to Beijing."

In the past few days, Song Yezhi has been curious about what kind of education model Song Jun and Sun Xiu have, to raise a person who is both humble and proud.In front of the two half-brothers Yi Enwu and Tao Xun, Song Lingyu was delicate and savage, with thorns all over her body.In front of Song Yezhi, Song Yingjun and others, he was very obedient, almost pitiful.

Looking at the child who called him brother, Song Yezhi was unable to speak.

Song Lingyu was uncomfortable seeing them, so she turned her head and ran into the house.

At the end, Song Yingjun said from the side: "Xiaoye, I have to go back to Beijing in April, you and Xiaowei are over there, take care of yourself."

Song Yezhi: "April? Grandpa Yi said before... that you will return when the beginning of spring comes."

"Song Jun can only come to pick up Song Lingyu when school starts, and I'll stay here. I won't run around with a child." Song Yingjun raised his hand, "Remember—forget it, it's okay, I'll be there when the time comes Here I often call to urge you two, you go."

Song Yezhi was taken aback: "You have to take care of him until school starts."

As soon as he raised his eyes, a figure appeared from the balcony on the second floor. Song Lingyu stood on tiptoe and looked down with the iron bars on his arms.

Song Yingjun: "Ono."

Song Yezhi regained his senses and lowered his head: "Grandpa, the weather in Beijing is fine. I'll call you to tell you that the Lantern Festival and the Beginning of Spring are very close, so don't come." His voice was even softer, "Don't worry about me, I don't think about anything, It doesn't matter what."

"Impossible. Even if you say it's okay, I'll—hey, I won't be back anyway." Song Yingjun pushed him, "Okay, it's time to miss the flight, eat well, sleep well, and work hard, do you hear me? "

Song Yezhi nodded, everyone said goodbye and left.

He walked fast, and Yi Jin chased after him, shouting: "Xiao Ye, remember to ask auntie to clean the house when you go back, it has been unoccupied for so long, so don't collect dust!"

Song Yezhi stopped and turned around, and said, "Okay, sister-in-law."

Yi Jin chased him far away, and seeing him stop ahead, she continued walking, approached her, and helped him tidy up his clothes, saying: "After we go, when I ask auntie to clean, I will also help you. Especially your uncle's study, you tidy it up carefully, huh?"

"it is good."

"Also, let's live our lives happily and don't care too much about other idlers, you know?"

"Sister-in-law, I know."

"Okay, let's go, slow down on the road."

In the few days when Yi Qingwei returned home early, he did enough materials by himself, swept all the sales offices in Beijing, and screened out a few remarkable places. After Song Yezhi came back, he spread out a table , Two people choose and filter together.

I'm looking at a newly completed real estate. There are no schools or business districts around. The greenery is good and the area is large.Song Yezhi's favorite point is that every house has a small private garden in front of it.

Later, I went to see it on the spot, and it was a semi-rough house, which was rejected by Yi Qingwei.

What he considered was the one with decoration, the kind that can be packed and moved in immediately.

Song Yezhi hesitated: "Can you pick out a decoration style that suits your liking?"

Yi Qingwei calmly said, "Look more, take your time."

"Uncle, you don't look like you're taking your time. We've done a good job of decorating ourselves."

Yi Qingwei said in a half-bad and half-reasonable way: "Renovation takes time and effort. How about we decide on this one, then choose a refined room, and live in it first-we will do the decoration later. Ponder."

Song Yezhi pondered for a while: "Uncle, we don't have that much spare money."

"..."

Song Yezhi didn't pursue the question further, but he was always thinking about his duplex building.If I was led to see other things, it would be all faults.

In early February, progress on the house temporarily stalled.It just so happened that Yi Qingwei was going to be on duty at the hospital that day, and stayed until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Song Yezhi finished his lunch by himself, and then took the time to do what Yi Jin ordered.

The house is not dirty, but it is big, and the tools brought by the housekeeping aunt are not used much.

"Sir, did you make the study yourself?"

Song Yezhi was sending a text message to Yi Qingwei, asking if there was any information he needed.

"Yes, I will get the study in a while, thank you for your hard work."

After waiting for a while, but did not hear back, Yi Qingwei should have been on the operating table.Song Yezhi went to Yi Qingwei's bedroom for a few laps, rolled the bed, touched the piano a few times, and then walked slowly to the study.

What came into view was a large nanmu desk. On the desk, cigarette cases and matchboxes were extremely conspicuous among the pile of documents.

Song Yezhi pried open the two boxes one by one, and there were very few cigarettes and matches left inside.He opened the bottom cabinet, intending to hide the cigarettes deeper, but in the end, the cabinet was already full of glowing red paper cigarette boxes—empty and unopened, all of which were hoarded by Yi Qingwei.

"Tsk."

Instead, Song Yezhi was not in a hurry to hide, so he sat cross-legged on the ground, struck a match, and lit one.He usually sees sparks from the cigarette butts between other people's fingers, but now the one in his hand is black, with faint smoke wafting out, and he doesn't know if it is completely ignited.

Blessed to the soul, Song Yezhi struck another match, brought the cigarette butt to his lips, and lit while smoking.

A puff of cigarettes was poured in, the low cabinet was slammed shut, and it was knocked loudly.Song Yezhi pressed the cupboard door and coughed, choking half to death.

It was nearly dusk when Song Yezhi drank a few glasses of water, recovered and began to take care of the study.

Song Yezhi didn't pay attention to the hospital's exclusive plastic bag at first.Hanging it on the wall, it was not hooked securely, and the medical record sheet slid out from inside. He glanced at it and was stunned.White paper, black characters, signed Yi Qingwei's name.

Stomach bleeding, minor concussion, soft tissue contusion.

He was admitted to the hospital in June, returned to the hospital for the first follow-up visit in early July, and returned to the hospital for the second follow-up visit at the end of July.

A sip of cigarettes is not enough for a liter of water.The bitterness came out of his throat again, Song Yezhi's Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed a few times.A lot of futile work, suffering, intensified.

At this time, Yi Qingwei sent a text message, asking him what he was doing at home over there, and what he was having for dinner.

Song Yezhi went to Yi Qingwei's bedroom with the medical records in his arms.Lie down on the bed, burying your face in his pillow.The first wave of suffocation hit, and Song Yezhi felt cold.He took off his shoes and coat, covered his quilt, held his mobile phone, and dialed his number.

"Hey."

Song Yezhi's voice was muffled, and Yi Qingwei laughed: "Where are you on the bed?"

"Yeah," he said, "your bed."

"Have you not returned yet?"

"Not yet, we can't leave until the housekeeping aunt finishes."

"What are you doing lying on my bed?"

"warm."

"Remember to take off your clothes and lie down, don't catch a cold."

"It's off." Song Yezhi said in a straightforward manner.

"Think about what to eat for a while."

"I want to come and eat with you." Song Yezhi was extremely sticky today.

"I'm going to have an operation at seven o'clock. Say hello to auntie now and come over quickly." Yi Qingwei muttered, "Why doesn't my sister order me, so she just fell in love with you, that's okay."

Song Yezhi smiled lazily, wrapped the quilt tighter, and clenched the medical record on his chest even tighter: "Then I won't come, just lie down for a while. This bed is amazing. It's been empty for so long. Your taste."

He sounded like he was about to fall asleep.

After asking a few more words, Yi Qingwei was called away, and the phone hung up.

Song Yezhi closed his eyes and waited quietly for half an hour.

The floor lost its luster and it was dark.

Song Yezhi called Song Yingjun again.

"Hey, grandpa."

Song Yingjun and the others were still brightly lit, and they were making dinner, and asked Song Yezhi and Yi Qingwei if they had eaten.

Song Yezhi had nothing to say this time, and just asked: "Grandpa, does my uncle know that Song Lingyu is going back to Beijing with you?"

Song Yingjun said first: "Xiaoye, I told you, I can't take him back to Beijing."

Song Yezhi said stubbornly: "Grandpa, do you know, Uncle?"

Song Yingjun only heard the important point: "Oh, Xiaowei..." He recalled, "I know, your father——Song Jun was there when he told me about this."

Song Yezhi opened his eyes, and his eyes were also dark.The floor-to-ceiling windows were closed and the curtains were drawn tightly.Time is empty, space is vast, and the only sound in my ears is my aunt playing with porcelain cups downstairs.

"Okay, grandpa, let's do this first."

After a few more minutes of silence, Song Yezhi gathered his energy and made another call.Soon, the phone vibrated, indicating that it was connected, but he didn't speak.

Waited for a few seconds over there: "Hello, Ono?"

"Before the fifteenth day, you go to Sanya and pick up Song Lingyu."

Song Jun had already prepared a lot of truths, Song Lingyu had prepared them when he was born, and was waiting to explain them to Song Yezhi.A few days ago in Sanya, Song Yezhi faced him without showing any emotion, and did not blurt out a question.It's nothing to do with yourself, the clouds are calm and the wind is light.

He sighed secretly at that time: Okay, that's good.

Now this comes out, caught off guard.

Song Junke talked too much, too much, and it had been in his mind for a long time, but Song Yezhi had never shown indifference and strength, so he couldn't figure out a word.

"Ono... he can be considered your younger brother, after all——"

lost.Song Juncai regretted halfway through speaking, lost, and Song Yezhi didn't blame anything, so he first spread out the crap and bad things he did, and took them all.

Song Yezhi suddenly thought it was funny, so he really laughed.

Song Jun now asked him to recognize Song Lingyu as his younger brother.Sun Xiu, that year, found the door of the classroom, hugged her big belly, and asked him to recognize her as his mother.

It really looks like this, the husband and wife who cheated halfway, are crazy together.

Song Yezhi: "Well, before the fifteenth day. If you don't go then, then I will go instead."

hang up.

Some tired, some relaxed.

The medical records were crumpled by him, but his life was flattened, subdued, and stretched out by some things.

All through the ages, those tiny, harsh, dense knots in the air, ground into dust, stained with wet water, rising and falling, disappeared.

Yi Qingwei missed the appointment and arrived home in the dark at two o'clock in the morning.

With a chill all over his body, Yi Qingwei first went to the bathroom and took a hasty hot shower.After warming himself up, he tiptoed to the bed, lifted the quilt, and crawled to Song Yezhi's hand.

Song Yezhi moved: "Here?"

"Woke up by me?"

Song Yezhi retracted into his arms: "I haven't slept well."

"What's the matter, did you go to bed late?" Yi Qingwei asked, covering his mouth again, "Okay, don't talk, continue to sleep while you're sleepy, baby."

Song Yezhi still spoke, but was blocked by his palm, so he couldn't hear clearly.Yi Qingwei was really curious, so he let go and asked him to repeat it again.

"I still like that duplex." Song Yezhi said.

Thinking of sitting at the dinner table when he was a child and meeting the dish he loved, he was so sleepy that he had to swallow it clean even when he dozed off, Yi Qingwei smiled suddenly: "Okay, okay."

"Song Lingyu is not coming." Song Yezhi said suddenly, "Whether he comes or not, uncle, our home has to be built slowly, and we have to pick out all the good ones and like them, and move them in. We Don't settle for it, we only want that, okay?"

Song Ye's branch pressed against his neck, hugged his waist, and tied him tightly.

"Okay." Yi Qingwei paused for a long time and said.

He just came out of the bathroom, the water dried up, but his body was still moist.Song Yezhi hugged him like a cloud of fog.On the top of the mountain that day, under the sun, there was a long-lasting fog.

Satisfaction and fulfillment, in the darkness, in the warm darkness, suddenly filled Song Yezhi's short and narrow heart.

Long, short, these few seconds, Song Yezhi was in a trance.He wanted so much, so much, to become the god in charge of the world, make time go wrong, and stop at this moment forever.

He listened to Yi Qingwei's throbbing heartbeat, felt his slightly undulating chest, touched the hard bones in his back, and regretted——

Forget it, it doesn't matter, let's move on.

He's going to grow old with him.

"Uncle, I have a vacation tomorrow, wait for me at the hospital at noon, we will have rib soup."