Yizhi

The spring and autumn are unclear, and the summer and winter are violent.

The winter of 07 was not cold, and the summer seemed extraordinarily long.

In late July, Yi Qingwei was on a business trip to Chongqing, and Song Yezhi had a short vacation for a few days to accompany him on a trip.During this trip, it happened to be a cloudy and rainy day. When we got out of the train station, we broke into the mist all over the sky.

Yi Qingwei lowered his head and held a map to study the route, while Song Yezhi led the way.He slightly raised his arm, weighed it in the void, and said to himself, the air in Chongqing is humid, the molecules are dense, stuffy and heavy, and the tide is like the sea. If you run faster, you might be able to float up and fly out.

Yi Qingwei took a deep breath, and after a few rounds, he replied: "There is a plastic film on the head."

Song Yezhi turned to look at him, really looking at his head.

Responding, he smiled.Facing Yi Qingwei, walked backwards, stretched out one hand, and turned the palm into a fist, pretending to be mysterious, Song Yezhi said loudly, "I twist it, and it will drip water, do you believe me?"

Before walking out of the station, people were still densely packed together.Passers-by who were close to him turned their heads to look at his face, thinking that Song Yezhi was a college student, and said, "What are you doing, come to visit us during summer vacation?"

His tone of voice has many twists and turns, and the ups and downs are not small.

Song Yezhi found that the language systems of Chongqing dialect and Mandarin are not much different, and it is not difficult to understand.The difference is that in a simple sentence, Chongqing people are full of emotions and blurt out, which is very vivid.

Song Yezhi loves to listen.

He smiled: "come to work."

The man was not tall, he was pulling a suitcase in one hand and a linen bag in the other, and he was carrying a travel bag on his back, bending his back and arching a hill.

Song Yezhi said, "I'll carry one for you."

The man shook his head: "How can it be useful, it's nothing, thank you."

"Where are you from? You sound like a Beijinger." The man asked.

"It's from Beijing, you can tell it in a few words?"

"Obviously, Beijing dialect burns the mouth, speaks fast, and always has a slur in the end. It's round, like a bead."

Before coming here, he didn't think about doing travel guides. Song Yezhi had a good chat with him, and the itinerary was clearly arranged by this man during the short journey.

Jiefangbei can be visited when you have time, the scenery - I am used to seeing it, there is no scenery, it is nothing more than mountains and rivers, which is very common.But Chongqing has a lot of delicious food, hot pot, skewers, grilled brains, small noodles—the time-honored brands of any street or road, all of which are pointed out by men for introduction.

Yi Qingwei folded the paper a few times, put it in his inner pocket, and walked to Song Yezhi's side.

Closer than friends.

The man asked, "Did you guys come together?"

Song Yezhi turned around, turned his head to look at Yi Qingwei, turned his toes half a circle, struggled with one leg, half of his body was tilted, and the clothes were leaning against the clothes, in short, they were close to each other.The corners of his mouth didn't come down, they were raised as high as the end of his eyes.

They are used to it, but bystanders are alert.

The world is bright and clear, he can't hide his affection, there are tricks everywhere in the details.

That is to say, after looking at each other for a while, the man was shocked and frightened, his eyes flew up and down, and his eyes were not fixed.Gritting his teeth, he swallowed the words down his throat.He stopped talking, and the wheels of the suitcases under his hand fled quickly, escaped from this short and strange encounter, and mixed back into the mighty crowd.

He left in a hurry—but not abruptly.The three people in this situation knew the reason.

"Is it obvious?" Song Yezhi asked.

Yi Qingwei looked down at him again, without extra emotion, he smiled: "Then what can I do?"

Not very helpless, but seems very proud.

Song Yezhi was not as tall as Yi Qingwei, but he could still stare at him if he raised his neck. Yi Qingwei was calm and let him stare.Within a few seconds, Song Yezhi sneered by himself.

"whispering sound."

Hooking his fingers underneath, Yi Qingwei clenched it tightly.

The tenderness in Song Yezhi's eyes remained unchanged, and he continued to speak: "He also said that he wanted to treat me to my brain."

"What an idiot."

"Roasted brains, delicious."

Yi Qingwei: "Have you eaten?"

Song Yezhi shook his head: "He told me just now, it's guaranteed."

Chongqing people are really funny and warm-hearted.After the man walked away, he might look back at them through the gaps in the crowd. Song Yezhi couldn't find his back, so he waved his hand and murmured goodbye.

—to whomever.

The fog cleared and the sun was in full bloom.

A small square outside the station is a gathering place for food stalls. The more sophisticated hawkers will arrange red sheds and plastic stools, and the simpler ones are trolleys hung with big speakers to move around.Hot steam came out, a shoddy substitute for fog.The people on the ground are in full swing, competing with the sun in the sky.

A sign with red letters on a white background was erected at a stall, with the words "热锅" crooked.Song Yezhi's eyes stayed there for a while, he had never seen this kind of eating method.

"hungry?"

"Not hungry—nor have I eaten this."

"Go to the hotel to put your luggage first, and come out and take you to find it."

After leaving the circle of food stalls, and walking to the outside, there is a gathering place for taxis.

Taxi drivers are the same all over the country, and they can talk from the beginning to the end.Especially when meeting outsiders, they even chatted. The master talked about the history of Yucheng, starting from the 20th century.

Song Yezhi turned his head to watch the objects passing by the window.This is a dusty city, not dirty, but old and heavy.Yi Qingwei sat next to him, answering the words of the master in front of him sentence by sentence. Within a few minutes, he explained his age, marriage status, salary, and housing status.

Song Yezhi pursed his lips and smiled quietly. He guessed that the uncle was in a good mood, so he was willing to answer a lot.

The car drove to the corner and passed a middle school. The master said that this was the best high school in the city, and it was full of pillars of Chongqing, and the reservists for the resumption of diplomatic relations in the Qing Dynasty.

The students did not have a holiday, it was the end of school, and they filed out.

The school uniform has only two monotonous colors, and when one piece is mixed together, it reveals a colorful look under the sun.

Song Yezhi squinted his eyes, and suddenly remembered that in the summer 11 years ago, he delivered meals to Yi Qingwei and passed by No. [-] Middle School, which was the test site for the college entrance examination.Memories restless, eagerly looking forward to the middle-aged man, restless young woman, thick sweat rolling down the forehead, fluttering nose, dripping pores, wide emerald green leaves, hot and bright sunshine.At that moment, at that moment, he thought, he thought, that next July, my uncle will definitely look like this, guarding the gate of No. [-] Middle School for himself—maybe he can't avoid the same, imitating them and bringing flowers.

It's just that in the end Song Yezhi failed to take the college entrance examination, and Yi Qingwei also failed to stand in front of the examination center holding flowers and waiting for him.

The speed of the car was not slow, Song Yezhi rested his chin on the window sill, rolled his eyes reluctantly, and chased them for a long time.

After getting out of the car, the hotel was opposite, and they walked on the zebra crossing one after the other.

strangeness.

Yi Qingwei slowed down and waited for him, Song Yezhi focused on the vehicle and didn't look back.But the crowds of cars are obediently stopping at the red light, what is there to see?Yi Qingwei waited for a while, then shortly picked up his hand and held it in the palm of his hand.Pinch his nails with your fingertips and grind them carefully.

"Come closer to me."

Song Yezhi didn't break free, and looked up at him: "It's very close."

Yi Qingwei asked: "Then why did you fall behind me just now?"

Song Yezhi led him to look down at the ground, put his toes on tiptoe, then raised his face and smiled: "I stepped on your shadow just now."

A wide concrete road twists and turns, embedded in the crowded residential area. On both sides of the road, people have vacated the first-floor houses for shops, and it has become a small vegetable market.

Enter from the street entrance and walk to the end, there is a Wangji small noodle shop.

The frying pan and roasted brain flower were pushed back. On the way, the driver strongly recommended the Wangji Noodle Restaurant near the hotel, saying that it was a well-known sign among the old Chongqing people.

After putting down their luggage, Song Yezhi and Yi Qingwei came here, and happened to meet a truck carrying goods, so they had to stop at the street corner to give way.

There was a fruit stand nearby, and a father and son were sitting slumped on an electric scooter, holding a green watermelon in their arms, waiting for their mother to pick pomegranates in front of the stand.

The child was young, bored of waiting, and started crying.

The man took care of the watermelon with one hand, and hoisted his son in the air with the other, coaxing him: "Take off—"

The child immediately smiled brightly, dancing and dancing wildly: "Take off—"

The watermelon fell with a thud and shattered all over the ground. The father and son froze and fell silent.

The woman turned her head when she heard the sound, stared blankly for a while, stared round her eyes, and cursed bitterly: "I'll fuck your mother!"

Song Yezhi covered his face with one hand, couldn't hold it back, and hid his head behind Yi Qingwei's shoulder, but this person's shoulder was also shaking non-stop.

The two had a hard time holding back their laughter.

It was already past meal time, but there were still few people sitting in the noodle restaurant.

"How many are you?"

"Two."

The restaurant is small, with a total of eight wooden tables. The decoration of the store is neither new nor bright, which is really in line with the "old" style.Yi Qingwei and Song Yezhi found a corner and sat down. A boy came to order. He looked like a high school student, and he should be the boss's son.

"What to eat?"

After scanning the menu with yellowed curly edges, Yi Qingwei said: "Can you recommend it, what is the signature noodle?"

The boy raised his eyebrows, very frivolously: "There is no signboard, Daodao is a signboard, it depends on your taste."

Song Yezhi was amused, and pointed: "Pianza noodles?"

"size?"

"Big."

As soon as the paper was put down, he called out to the window, "Mom, two bowls of miscellaneous peas are big."

"okay."

After ordering, the boy brought a bowl of fried potatoes and sat at the table in front of them to eat.

Not much to do while waiting.

"You don't go to class?" Yi Qingwei asked.

The boy didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "It's already a holiday."

Song Yezhi said: "When we came over, we saw some students."

"Oh—you said that, there is only one school in the city." He said disdainfully, "The principal doesn't behave like a man, he only commits crimes."

The woman who was cooking noodles in the window heard this, raised her spoon and scolded: "Give me back my yams, I think it's a crime to cook something for you to eat."

The boy frowned, and wanted to retort, when a person wandered in from the store, the tall and straight figure blocked the light from the doorway, casting a large shadow.He lost his impatience in an instant, his eyes lit up, and he shouted crisply: "Brother Yu, here we come!"

The person called Brother Yu showed no expression, hooked his long legs, dragged the plastic chair to his feet, sat next to the boy, grabbed the bowl of yellow potatoes, and poked in it with his chopsticks.He asked: "Qian Jin, do I have no name with you? Call me brother again and beat you up."

"Qiu Yu Qiu Yu."

"Xiao Yu, what are you eating today?" The woman passed by carrying two bowls of noodles, put them in front of Yi Qingwei and Song Yezhi, smiled eagerly, and said, "Eat slowly."

Hearing the sound, Qiu Yu glanced at the two people sitting opposite him, looked away, and said, "Auntie, I won't eat today, I'm here to talk to Qian Jin."

"Okay, you guys talk, after talking about the money, go in and wash the dishes."

Qian Jin was not happy, and shouted: "Yuan Er invited me to show his shop! It's four o'clock soon! There is no delay! It's urgent, Mom!"

I have never seen such intimacy between a man and a man.

Wipe a spoon clean with a wet wipe and pass it to the other hand.

A pair of chopsticks reached into another bowl and picked out the spicy peppers.

Elbow to elbow, after a few mouthfuls, exchange feelings in soft words.

"what about the taste?"

"Spicy, spicy, delicious."

"Remember this one."

"Okay." He raised his chin, still dangling noodles in his mouth, and nodded.

There are the same shoes on the feet, and the younger man dangles his toes leisurely under them, occasionally bumping into another.

Qiu Yu sized and observed nakedly the whole time, until Song Yezhi raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and then Yi Qingwei also looked over.Not as gentle as the former, he is sharper, with a warning.

After a few seconds of silent confrontation, Qiu Yu unhurriedly raised the corner of his mouth, and lazily withdrew his gaze.After a long time, he answered Qian Jin's words: "Isn't Yuan Mu also named?"

Qian Jin: "...Yes."

Qiu Yu patted his face and stood up: "Then don't call him Yuan Er again. Let's go."

Qian Jin: "Why did you ask me, didn't you tell me?"

"It's gone now."

leave quickly.

Then I saw Qiu Yu, a boy, at the fruit shop at the corner of the street.When he came, Song Yezhi noticed that the apples were in good condition, and he was thinking about eating noodles and came back to buy them. When he arrived at the stall, he saw Qiu Yu sitting on the owner's chair in the store with arms folded and legs open, like a master.

There is a customer who wants to buy watermelon, and he is bargaining with him.

"Less."

"Sell thousands of people at this price."

Qiu Yu didn't expect to meet these two people again, so she put her legs back and got up, then pulled the plastic bag on the wall and walked towards them: "What do you want to buy?"

"Apple, how do you sell it?" Song Yezhi asked.

The red plastic bag was full of wind in his hands, and Qiu Yu passed it to Song Yezhi, saying, "Pick it first."

Song Yezhi asked Yi Qingwei for advice: "How much should I buy?"

Yi Qingwei thought for a while: "Three catties."

Song Yezhi: "...Don't talk about the weight, but the number."

"Oh—" Yi Qingwei laughed, "Six six."

Qiu Yu said abruptly, "Are you two a couple?"

Second one today.

Yi Qingwei was annoyed, so he turned his face coldly, without showing it, and tilted his head: "What's the matter?"

That is indeed a couple.

After getting the answer, Qiu Yu didn't look at them again, feeling faintly agitated, not attacking anyone, and having an outburst without saying a word.The customer finally bought it, and he turned around and drew the knife to help her cut the melon.

Before leaving, he said: "Let's go after you have picked it up. I invite you to eat."

Song Yezhi bent over to pick an apple, and whispered, "Don't be angry."

"Not angry, just one after another, annoying."

"Wow, this apple is so beautiful." Song Yezhi said, "It's nothing, they don't have aggressive malice, right?"

Yi Qingwei stood beside Song Yezhi, pinched the back of his fair neck, and said, "Yes."

They were rude and even took eight.

"Thank you." Yi Qingwei shouted into the store.

"Thank you!" Song Yezhi repeated.

Qiu Yu didn't look back.

Yi Qingwei and Song Yezhi walked to the intersection to wait for the traffic lights, and halfway heard Qian Jin bluffing in the shop not far behind.

"Brother Yu, why did you come to Yuan'er's house!"

No one answered.

A scream.