Yizhi

"There are children downstairs setting off firecrackers."

It takes a day and a night for the train to depart from Beijing and arrive in Chongqing.Sleeping in the train sleeper at night, lying on the side, burying the face in the soft pillow, mobilizing the senses, clearly facing the grainy feeling of the wheels rolling over the rails.The body vibrates slightly with the car body, listening to the occasional whistle, and colliding with regular machinery.

Song Yezhi slept soundly, thinking that he was still on the narrow bed in the train compartment.He was very disciplined, he didn't dare to turn over, and when he heard Yi Qingwei's words, he replied in a daze: "Mmm..."

Consciousness gradually emerged from the dream, and I began to wonder why there was a downstairs, with childish screams and frolicking in my ears.

Yi Qingwei closed the curtain, came back from the window, pressed onto the bed, and hugged Song Yezhi's back with his waist.With his fingers down, he fumbled for the drawstring of the pajama pants in his arms, only to find that they were not fastened at all.Draw a half circle along the thin waist, reach the back waistline with your fingertips, gently hook and pull, and most of it will fade away.

Song Yezhi closed his eyes and grabbed the hand behind him.

The cotton wool fell, exposing a round hole, which acted as a support point for Yi Qingwei's elbow.He got up for a moment, and when he came back, he bound Song Yezhi even tighter and harder.

Touching a wet hand, Song Yezhi shrank his shoulders and woke up completely.

"Where did you come from?" Sleepy locked her throat, low and hoarse, still playing lazy.

Yi Qingwei didn't make a sound, leaving only his hot breath wrapped around the back of Song Yezhi's neck.The hand under the quilt rustled for a while, and finally moved up, pinching his chin, forcing him to turn his head, wanting to kiss him.

Yi Qingwei said to himself, "Baby, it's going to rain outside."

Song Yezhi's cheeks were stained with a few fingers of synovial fluid, the words were broken in his throat, and his voice was intermittent: "Then, Jiefang... Jiefangbei..."

Yi Qingwei smiled and asked, "I'll go after it's dark, okay?"

The leg that was pressed by the palm finally slipped away, and the forearm was hanging on the ground. Song Yezhi opened his mouth in a daze, and without saying "yes", he handed the tip of his tongue.

The rain is like silver rain, slightly moist and soft, falling between the sky and the earth, making the firecrackers explode louder.

The first commercial street landed on the Jiefangbei, with a prosperous scene, decorated with colorful lights under the night.It was drizzling, most people held umbrellas, and a few wore hats.Song Yezhi and Yi Qingwei were the only people wearing raincoats on the whole street. Walking forward, there was another three-year-old child who was being held by his parents.

Song Yezhi swallowed his saliva looking at the hot and sour powder sign.

Yi Qingwei was curious: "You're so hungry?"

Song Yezhi said: "I can't control it when I see these three characters. I can't help it. How about Gu Wangmei to quench my thirst?"

There are no seats in the Hot and Sour Rice Noodle shop, and there are only two people standing in front of the counter in the narrow facade, one for cashier and one for packing.Even so, the long line still turned the corner and lined up in the middle of the road.

Song Yezhi ordered and added two bowls of rose ice powder.

Yi Qingwei asked: "What is rose ice powder?"

"Wait a while to relieve the spicy."

Fortunately, wise, wearing a raincoat, two hands will be enough.

Yi Qingwei followed behind Song Yezhi and asked, "Where are there roses?"

I found a bright and majestic jewelry store. There were a few long low steps in front of the eaves, leaving the center of the road empty, and the two sides were full of people who were full of fans. If you look carefully at the bowl box, it is the same store.

Song Yezhi raised his chin, and Yi Qingwei followed his will and sat down on the stairs on the lowest floor.

After a few mouthfuls, Yi Qingwei choked on the hot pepper, leaned over with red eyes and lips and asked Song Yezhi if it was good.

Song Yezhi pondered for a few seconds: "I can't do this either."

After eating small noodles in the afternoon, he returned to the hotel. Before taking a break, Song Yezhi browsed the Internet for a long time, studied for a long time, and said, I can't make the taste of small noodles.

Yi Qingwei was silent, and said, "Song Yezhi, can you stop teasing me?"

"What's wrong?"

"Did I accidentally bring my little nanny out?"

Two children came over to yell with candied haws on their shoulders, acting like a baby next to each other.Song Yezhi bought two bunches and handed one to Yi Qingwei.

"Come, your rose."

He loves the sweet and sour taste, except chocolate is candied haws.In the past, when Yi Qingwei picked him up from school, he would pick him up if he was in a good mood.He twisted a slender bamboo stick between his fingertips and offered it up, like twisting a flower branch - even his posture became affectionate.

Like a red rose, Song Yezhi's heart beats like this every time.

He tilted his head to look at Yi Qingwei.

I heard Yi Qingwei added: "I also worked part-time as my little cashier."

The later the time, the denser the crowd, and the night in the south is so colorful.

The stalls are selling hand-embroidered sachets and hand-strung bead chains.Not worth the money, all are exquisite.Song Yezhi squatted and looked at it for a long time, picked out two items and paid for them, and then tried to find Yi Qingwei, but found that he was gone.

There was a few seconds of panic, the heartbeat was out of order, and I couldn't keep it steady.

But no matter how long the long street is, you can see the end with just tiptoeing.Crowds of people are rushing one after another, turbulent to turbulent, who can really lose it.Song Yezhi was expressionless, secretly laughing at himself for being pitiful, 27 was too young.

The master is a craftsman, and the carving knife moves smoothly and powerfully. Yi Qingwei stood at the entrance of the store and watched silently for a few turns, and took care of the people in front of the stall opposite in a blink of an eye.

Song Yezhi had already stood up, holding two sachets, looking around in a daze.

"Song Ye—"

The word "branch" was not formed in his mouth, and his eyes immediately followed the sound.The pupils of the eyes reflected the light from everywhere, shining heavily.Yi Qingwei waved to him, and his footsteps immediately came here.

Still that puppy.

Yi Qingwei waited for him with a smile, but he received a covert slap on the arm, and Song Yezhi said fiercely, "Don't—don't run around."

Become a cat again.

Sensing wet sweat on Song Yezhi's palms, Yi Qingwei suppressed his hippie expression, held his wrist, and pressed it to his cheek: "Okay, okay, I was wrong. I have been watching you."

After the necklace was finished, the master interrupted them: "Hey."

Song Yezhi was startled, he made a fist with his palm, and withdrew in a panic.Yi Qingwei refused, but grabbed it with his backhand.

This reaction made the boss tease: "Oh, what's the matter, I've seen it a lot."

The back of the sheep's head was originally a smooth plane, but now there is an extra character engraved with "branch" in cursive script.

Seeing him burying his head and not speaking for a long time, Yi Qingwei hesitated: "Is it a bit earthy?"

"Ah." Song Yezhi pointed at his behavior.

"But I really like Zhizi the most." It turned out that Yi Qingwei was referring to his name.

Almost got punched again.

There is singing in the open space under the Jiefangbei.Not high-end speakers and microphones, the sound is distorted and mixed with current.On the contrary, it spread far away, and the crowded streets became inexplicably long.

Some people sing, some people stay.

Those who sing are very serious, but those who listen are not very devoted.It is the real bystanders who are watching the play, with their backs slumped, most of their knees still bent, and their toes spread far apart, appreciating with an attitude of ready to leave at any time.

Yi Qingwei and Song Yezhi stopped outside the circle, under a big tree, not too far apart.

"Have you heard this song?" Yi Qingwei asked.

"you are happy."

Yi Qingwei lowered his neck: "What."

"—so I am happy."

"Oh~" the singer over there lyrical, ecstatic, and the microphone was turned to the onlookers with a strange posture.Not a single sentence was answered, only the solitary accompaniment was playing.

In the corner where the light cannot reach, only Song Yezhi is singing, singing for Yi Qingwei.

"God knows, since

You are happy - so I am happy

The roses are all in bloom, what else do I want?

Can't ask for it - can't ask for it, it's as rare as it is made in heaven

Joy and sorrow

I'm here to repeat your mistakes—”

The singer returned to his senses.She must have just escaped from the night market and got off the table from the wine shop.The love song was lingering until death, but she tore her heart and mixed up the words.

Faye Wong has no complaints, she is mournful.

"You frowned, so I smiled—"

"Your eyes are red, my sky is gray—"

"God knows, God knows."

The smell in the air entered Yi Qingwei's nasal cavity and stimulated his nerves.Maybe it's not a taste, but an unknown object, transformed into an unknown form, perceived by his unknown senses.

Either way, it reminded him of that afternoon many years ago.When recalling the moment at the beginning, there are generally no concrete images, only abstract feelings.It proves that they have existed, and it also gives Yi Qingwei an illusion, an illusion that they have gone through several reincarnations in this closed space where time goes back and forth.

The same summer, the same Faye Wong.

Song Yezhi was lying on the mat in the bedroom, the light was so bright that the curtains couldn't block it at all, so he was lying in the sun.Song Yezhi was in a deep sleep, playing "Persistence Without Regret" in the black earphones of the Walkman, he woke up when he touched it, and obediently called his uncle when he woke up.

That day he fed him plum juice and watched him knelt on the edge of the bed to suck the rose-red water in his hand.

The astringent and sweet taste traveled through the past ten years and returned to the root of Yi Qingwei's tongue at this moment.

Song Yezhi was still humming and singing softly, beating the beat with snapping fingers.

Yi Qingwei looked at him, his bones itched, and wanted to let him taste it together.

The raincoat was dark blue, and Yi Qingwei put on the hat for him with one hand, then pulled the brim of the hat to him.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, the Jiefangbei bell rang.Three sounds, forming waves in the sky, pushing to the ears one after another.

Is there anyone here on this street today?

Anyway, Song Yezhi is.

"Maybe many people are watching us." Song Yezhi said.

Penetrating into the raincoat, Yi Qingwei's fingers touched the back of his neck, getting closer, and his lips touched his lips lightly.

"Maybe there are many people kissing." Yi Qingwei replied.

I hope that the world will be bigger and this pair of lovers will be smaller.

Like at this time, with the blessing of a big tree, you can enjoy yourself in the future without having to deal with wind and rain.