Yizhi

There were several boxes of fruit, grain and oil in the trunk, so Song Yezhi could only drive the car into the alley.Just a few steps in, a black cat jumped off the fence, ignoring the huge machine monster, slowly crossed the middle of the road, and jumped to another tile eaves.Song Yezhi stepped on the brake, tapped the steering wheel and waited patiently for it.

The number of stray cats seems to be increasing.

Tao Xun broke his left leg while playing basketball during the winter vacation. He stayed in Beijing for a while and has not gone to school so far.One morning, I asked Yi Enwu to go to the open-air court to play basketball - Yi Enwu was better than him, and his little finger was broken.

Song Yezhi seriously suspected that they had fought the ball.But boys have a hard temper in adolescence, and they can't tell the truth.

Tao Xun was familiar with the engine of Song Yezhi's car, and quickly turned up from the reclining chair.The cane was just an ornament under his armpit, and he hopped on one leg, jumping two or three times to the door.

"Ah? Uncle Ono, why did you get so many things?"

"Again? How many? I don't know how to spend money if I'm not in charge of the family."

Tao Xun was limping and wanted to help, but was pushed away by Song Yezhi.

"Where's Uncle Tao?"

"Routine nap."

"It's so cold, why did you lie down in the yard?"

"I was playing table tennis in the house, and grandpa thought I was disturbing, so he kicked me out."

He was holding his breath to lift the rice oil, and laughed so hard that Song Yezhi's waist softened and almost smashed the bag on the ground.Some gloat over others' misfortune, and then feel sorry for each other.

Your grandpa really learned a lot from my grandpa.

"What table tennis do you play alone?" Song Yezhi asked.

"Left and right hand sparring, 8:3." Tao Xun said, "The leg is not working, but the life is endless, and the exercise is endless."

Song Yezhi inquired: "Wu'er didn't come to relieve your boredom, did he? Brother in need."

"We'll come on the weekend. But there's no such thing as boredom. He looks like a gourd. When he comes, he has to count on me to serve him happily."

Song Yezhi moved in and out three or four times. Tao Xun jumped to pour water for him, and sat on the threshold with a teacup to wait.

Sweeping his eyes to the crutch beside Tao Xun's arm, and then looking intently, Song Yezhi was delighted.

He pointed with his index finger: "Uncle Tao found it for you from the storage room?"

Tao Xun nodded: "Ah! The dust is so thick that I sat on the floor and washed it all afternoon."

Crutches are also getting old.

Time flowed over it, and the original goose yellow of the new wood was precipitated into dark brown.Passed by, didn't keep the wanton boy who gave you a cane as a Ching Ming gift, and took away the savage girl who went through a few aisles to beat you up.

They were no longer with him, drifting back to their separate ways.Song Yezhi immediately denied himself, or maybe he wasn't in exile.

After moving and putting it away, Song Yezhi clapped his hands and dusted off the dust, and sat on the threshold with Tao Xun.

He took out his mobile phone, discussed with Tao Xun and said, "Let's call you Huan and sister."

"Where has she been recently?"

Song Yezhi dialed the number and said: "Last month, she said that she was planning to go to Antarctica, and she was looking for a boat. Ask her if she found it."

The two stared at the mobile phone.

"I want to be like her in the future, and the whole world is wild." Tao Xun began to squint his eyes and imagine.

"It would be nice if you figured out the whole country."

Tao Xun became interested: "Did you and Uncle Yi go to Chongqing during the summer vacation?"

"Delicious." Song Yezhi said sincerely.

"Then I'll take you there again when I grow up."

"How do you grow up?" Song Yezhi asked him.

"When I graduate from university..." Tao Xun corrected, "No, just graduate from high school, I will go to a part-time job to save money, everyone will bring it, rent a private villa, stay in Chongqing for a month, eat and sleep every day Eat, eat and sleep enough, and then play two rounds of mahjong."

Song Yezhi heard this, and couldn't help being speechless: "It's amazing, thanks to you, we can still live such a good life at our age."

The spring breeze was precipitous, the stamina was bitter, and he was wrapped into a ball, and rushed forward. Tao Xun was about to open his mouth to speak, one after another, he carried him back in one breath, coughing half to death.Slowly coming back to life, he found that the phone that had been beeping in Song Yezhi's hand had automatically hung up.

He leaned over to look: "No one connected?"

Song Yezhi shook his head: "It is impossible to connect."

Tao Xun saw that Uncle Ono was lost without a name, which was unusual.

He quickly thought: "Can there be a signal in Antarctica?"

"Too."

When Yi Jin called, Song Yezhi and Tao Xun were browsing the web together, discussing whether to sterilize Erhui and Sanhuang.

Yi Jin is abroad, she asks Song Yezhi to do some errands, and will accompany Li Naiyu tomorrow to bring Yi Yi a vaccine.

"Then why don't we sterilize the cat tomorrow, together." Tao Xun interrupted.

"That's fine." Song Yezhi nodded, and he was also keen to concentrate on doing things.

"Call Yi Enwu when the time comes?"

"how?"

"He can't be interested in his little cousin?" Tao Xun picked his finger, "By the way, help me catch the cat."

Tao Guosheng heard voices in the courtyard and came out wearing a thin padded jacket to look.Song Yezhi and Tao Xun sat side by side on the threshold, their long legs bent, hugging their knees, pitiful and cute.

He stayed with Song Yezhi for dinner, and asked Song Yezhi to call Yi Qingwei, calling them together, and even turned around and went to the kitchen to choose dishes.

Song Yezhi hurriedly stopped him: "Uncle Tao, don't be busy. I'm going to the office in the afternoon. I have something to do. Uncle is also busy this time, and it may be early morning tonight. I just sneaked over to see you and Xiaoxun. Drink some water and go."

He is not used to drinking tea, his mouth is astringent.Tao Xun graciously replaced Song Yezhi with a glass of water, which was ice and almost froze his teeth.

"Have I poured it into wine?" Tao Xun analyzed Song Yezhi's expression.

"I want a hot cup."

Tao Xun was stunned: "Uncle Xiao Ye, you were forced to drink before."

The ice water passed through the throat and entered the chest cavity, causing another shiver.

"Changed." Song Yezhi thought for a while and said, "It's been changed a long time ago."

Tao Xun lowered his head, covering his unsmiling face, thinking, Grandpa Song should be very happy that Uncle Xiao Ye is so good now.

Because Yi Qingwei didn't come home on time at night, Song Yezhi was the only one at the dinner table.

Today's fried rice with eggs was tasteless, Song Yezhi swallowed slowly, chewing dispensably, after a while, there was still more than half of the plate left, and it was completely cold.

He went to the kitchen to reheat the pot once, adding a lot of peppers.

Eat two or three mouthfuls of rice and drink one or two liters of water.Half a plate of fried rice with eggs was cold again, and Song Yezhi couldn't eat anymore.He sat on a chair to digest food, leaned his neck on the back of the chair, looked at the ceiling, and felt that he was going to cool himself down, and Yi Qingwei didn't come back yet.

A pot of flowers was broken at the door, and in the middle, it fell from the sky.The sound of the explosion was so shrill that Song Yezhi stood up in shock.He rubbed his stomach and went out to have a look.

Pulling chairs, armrests, opening doors, wherever you touch, there will be static electricity.I can't wear a sweater in spring, crackling along the way, sparks and lightning are playing happily.He stared at his fingers as he walked, was he about to turn into Pikachu?

The flower garden in front of the complex was divided into two halves by Song Yezhi.While planting strawberries, flowers are also grown on the balcony of the bedroom, and the ones that are placed are Song Yezhi's favorite.The flowers were brought back from Qinhuangdao with Zhao Huanyu that year, and they were also transplanted from the Hutong courtyard to the new home with Zhao Huanyu.She took two of them and left him with three.

These three plants were crushed in front of them.

Song Yezhi stood in the mud of residual flowers and looked up at the balcony on the second floor.

Tao Xun mentioned during the day that there was a strong wind warning today, but he didn't take it to heart.

But being swept down by the strong wind is too outrageous.

Finally something to do tonight.

Song Yezhi found a new flower pot, knelt on the ground and held up the mud and flowers, never letting go of it: everything in this world seems to be fragile and easily destroyed.What about you, can you be saved?

Yi Qingwei came home early in the morning, turned the lock and closed the door, and the small desk lamp next to the sofa was dimly lit.He smelled strongly of disinfectant, because he was too clean.However, the nasal cavity always tasted a faint smell of blood, which could never be washed clean.

Song Yezhi lay on the sofa sideways, curled his fingers and landed on his face.He knew to cover himself with a coat, the coat belonged to Yi Qingwei.The man slept soundly, breathing evenly, Yi Qingwei knelt on the carpet and looked at him for a long time, resting his chin on his hand.So close, you can start to feel the temperature, and send it to him continuously.

The blood, heart, and anxious factors finally calmed down.

Yi Qingwei tore off the tie, untied the belt, went upstairs to take the pajamas to the bathroom to wash and change, and went downstairs to hug Song Yezhi.

Wake up as soon as you hug.

"You didn't call back tonight." Song Yezhi closed his sleepy eyes and his voice was hoarse.Obviously not awake, the words came out of my mouth, I am afraid that they will be turned back and forth in my stomach before going to bed.

Yi Qingwei didn't speak, but looked down at him.

"Look at me." He said.

Song Yezhi opened his eyes obediently, raised his arm, and touched Yi Qingwei's side face with his palm: "It sounds like you are more wronged than me."

Yi Qingwei still didn't speak, his eyes locked on Song Yezhi's.Watching him speak, his eyes moved away from his lips.She licked her mouth and leaned forward to kiss him.

The tongue was wet and soft, and Song Yezhi's waist was hot from licking, and he twisted his body to pant.Yi Qingwei exerted a little force, and put his wrists close to the back of his neck, but he couldn't move, so he groaned.Yi Qingwei walked with his right palm, pressing his thumb lightly on his Adam's apple.Song Yezhi swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple rolled, and under Yi Qingwei's hands, he was like another fresh life.

"Have you been waiting?" Yi Qingwei pressed his cheek and asked.

Song Yezhi blinked, wrapped his left hand around his neck, touched his brow bone and the bridge of his nose with his right hand, and pinched his chin with his last two fingers.

"I fell asleep after waiting." Song Yezhi asked, "What's the matter today, are you tired?"

The sofa was not very wide, and Yi Qingwei was lying on the outside, with half of the space left on his back, and his chest was tightly pressed against Song Yezhi, which made his forehead sweat.

Yi Qingwei stretched out his fingertips to help him wipe clean.

The distance is so good, so mesmerizing, so seamless.As soon as Song Yezhi spoke, his chest trembled, sticking together, leaving no gaps in his bones.

"I'm very busy and tired today. Song Yezhi, I have a stomachache."

Song Yezhi frowned, wrapped his hands around, took a few breaths of hot air into his palms, and covered Yi Qingwei's stomach so hot.This stomach, which Song Yezhi worked hard every day for several years, is more precious than anything else.

"Too busy to eat dinner?"

"After coming out of the hospital, I only ate it on the way."

"I'll pour hot water, you take your medicine, and warm it up with a hot bottle." Song Yezhi moved repeatedly, eyes drooping, not knowing what he was thinking, and said, "I should go and bring you dinner."

Yi Qingwei grabbed him and didn't let go, but smiled instead.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Finally, I hugged someone and went to sleep in the bedroom on the second floor.

In the middle of the night, Song Yezhi had a dream.

I dreamed that I was boarding the plane, the sky outside the cabin was dark blue, and there were no lights in the cabin.Before taking off, the unreasonable fear climbed up, overflowing the chest and abdomen and drowning the throat.He hurriedly broke away from the knotted seat belt and asked to get off the plane, but the flight attendant didn't stop him and opened the door for him with a smile.Song Yezhi walked out with a sigh of relief. Outside the door was a bloody mouth deep in the sky.

The plane was already flying.

The sense of weightlessness forced him to wake up. After adapting to the darkness, he found that there was no one beside his pillow.When I poked my arm, half of the bed was empty, and my heart was also empty.

Cold sweat covered the whole body, the wind was blowing, and it was extremely cold.

The balcony door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap, the person who closed the door was careless.There was fire in the night, and then the wind brought in the smell of smoke.Yi Qingwei stood alone on the balcony, lost the matchstick, and held the cigarette between his fingers, took a slow puff, and the thicker cigarettes poured into the bedroom.

Not choking, a little bitter.

Song Yezhi lay down at the foot of the bed, grabbed the quilt, and watched his back quietly for a while.

It has been a long time since Song Yezhi saw Yi Qingwei getting up to smoke in the middle of the night last time.His smoking posture is still the same, unchanged, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding the cigarette.Bring it to your mouth and take a deep breath, with your elbows fixed, but your wrists aside, like a flower hanging heavily on a branch, lazily, far away from your eyes.

Huffing and puffing is slow, he will trace the trajectory of the smoke in the air, and wait patiently for the smoke to clear away.He lowered his head slightly and took a breath.

He would not let the smoke burn to the end, always leaving two or three puffs behind.Press to put out the cigarette butt, the movement is also awkward, rub left, twist right, wipe off the black ash, and expose the yellow tobacco under the body of the cigarette before picking up the second one.

But Song Yezhi didn't let him draw a second one.

Song Yezhi looked at it and found that his back was more bitter than the smell of smoke.The night outside was too great, and he was alone.

He's going to hug him.

"Uncle, you said that if you smoke again, you will bring me with you." Song Yezhi stood behind him with the quilt in his arms, his voice was not clear.

The quilt was too long and dragged to the ground—tsk, Song Yezhi was barefoot.

Yi Qingwei put away the cigarettes and matches in his hand, squeezed them into a ball and stuffed them into the pocket of his pajama pants.Stretching out an arm, he lifted Song Yezhi up by the waist, letting him stand on his slippers.

"No shoes?"

Song Yezhi buried his head, moved his toes, and said, "You're not wearing socks either."

Yi Qingwei said: "Who got up in the middle of the night to smoke secretly, but still remembers to put on his socks neatly? Don't you have to comb your hair and wash your face?"

Song Yezhi was silent for a few seconds, without raising his head, trying to push him away.

Yi Qingwei didn't move, his arms were still tightly tied to the person.

Song Yezhi also used his arms to deal with him, bent his arms to support his chest, separated the distance, and used his elbows hard.

Yi Qingwei let go of him.

Song Yezhi just glanced at him.

Yi Qingwei immediately went to hold his hand: "I shouldn't...I'll go to sleep right away."

Song Yezhi dragged the fluffy quilt to sit on the long bamboo and rattan swing, and Yi Qingwei followed suit.In the end, she squatted down in front of him, holding her feet under the quilt in her hands.

"If you get angry, go back to the room and clean me up. It's time to catch a cold."

In fact, Yi Qingwei's hands were not warm at all. Song Yezhi's heart trembled from the ice, but he didn't hide.No matter how cold it is, the two of them can become hot when they stick together.

"I'm not angry. Uncle, just don't always be alone." Song Yezhi said, "I have to say it a few times before you will remember."

SARS ended at the turn of spring and summer.SARS is over, but the doctor's life is not over, and it is even more difficult.

In the following year, Yi Qingwei's condition was very poor.Working and living as usual during the day becomes exhausting at night.Close your eyes and fall into a light sleep, and you will see piles of dead bodies, neatly stacked, like goods on the shelves of a warehouse.All of them closed their eyes, glowing with lifeless air.

What made him even more devastated was that this was not a wild dream, but a reality he had personally experienced.

Some people took medicine obediently for a second, thanked the doctor with a smile, and then fell ill and died.Later, it ceased to be a human being and became a terrifying source of infection that urgently needed to be destroyed.

The doctors once spontaneously organized a group to go to the psychological consultation room, and Yi Qingwei went there once.After listening to innocuous words for a while, he came back with some medicine he didn't want to swallow.

Yi Qingwei was tired of being unable to establish a trusting and dependent relationship with a psychiatrist or drugs.It seems that I can only cure myself.

In the winter of the same year, Song Yi's family went to Hainan to escape the cold, and they stayed together in Yunshi Hutong.That time saved him.Song Yezhi lay beside him, and he fell in love with sleeping.

One morning, Song Yezhi found more than one dirty cigarette butt in the corner of the courtyard.He didn't say anything, just picked it up silently.It's just that he sleeps lightly in the future, and often pays attention to Yi Qingwei's mood during the day and movements at night.

After a long time, Yi Qingwei was caught for the first time.

"Uncle, you can smoke, but don't be alone. Talk to me."

talk to me.

At that time, Song Yezhi said this, as if he was the one who was sick, and he was the one who urgently needed Yi Qingwei to be the savior.

"Okay, I'll take you with me later."

At that time, Yi Qingwei promised so.

He never smoked again after that.

Song Yezhi divided most of the quilt, spread out the empty seat next to it, and waited for Yi Qingwei to sit.

Yi Qingwei squatted, no longer put Song Yezhi's feet in the palm of his hand, but put his arms in his arms, got into his clothes, and pressed against the flesh of his abdomen.

lukewarm heat.

There was a cigarette case and a matchbox in the handle of the swing. Yi Qingwei smoked one each, lit it, and handed it to Song Yezhi's mouth.

"Will it be?"

Song Yezhi stretched his neck to reach it, put it between his lips, and took a breath.

"Swallow it, then breathe it out." Yi Qingwei said.

I still remember that attempt, almost choking my throat.Song Yezhi paused, then opened his lips dryly and spat out.

"Bring me means that I'm with you, not that I want to smoke too." Song Yezhi scratched his belly quietly with his fingers, and said.

Yi Qingwei bowed his head and laughed softly while wrapping his arms around his legs.Song Yezhi kicked him, and he laughed even more unscrupulously.

Yi Qingwei sat on the swing, just like on the sofa, squeezing Song Yezhi into a ball.

"In the morning, six injured people were brought in. There was a car accident. The injuries were so severe that the blood soaked through the bed and dripped all over the corridor." Yi Qingwei said, "The truck rolled over and hit the car. There were four members of the family in the car. They were all dead. The truck driver was seriously injured. If he wanted to die, he had to amputate his limbs, and his two legs were gone. After he got off the operating table, his family members refused to follow him and made a fuss, asking the surgeon to return his legs."

"The truck driver's surgeon was not me, he was two years younger than me. He was chopped off by his family with a knife, one on the left shoulder and one on the right wrist." Yi Qingwei said, "Later, I was the chief surgeon."

"I had a lot of blood on my body today, some from patients, and more from Xiaocheng. Later, when I went to the office below, many doctors and nurses were around to wipe their tears. Before I got off work, I received two draft resignation letters." The report application is waiting for my signature."

"Xiaozhi, do you think I signed it or not?" Yi Qingwei asked him.

Song Yezhi hugged him very tightly.

"Signed," he said.

Yi Qingwei chuckled: "I didn't sign. I left the hospital after twelve o'clock and went to the parking lot to pick up the car, but they stopped me halfway, and the two of them cried and asked for the resignation letter back. Later, I invited them to have supper, They said it would be fine after supper."

Song Yezhi raised his head and blinked, trying to force back his tears.

Qingyan pointed directly at Baiyue, magnanimous and brave, and when the wind blew, like a group of righteous men, they resolutely went to the moon.

Yi Qingwei's hands were half clenched into fists, and he used his knuckles to catch the tears from the corners of Song Yezhi's eyes.

Song Yezhi opened his mouth in embarrassment, with a strong nasal voice: "Oh."

"I also encountered bad things today." Song Yezhi said.

The eyes ached so badly that one drop broke the dam, and the rest burst.Strings of them slid down from the corners of the eyes, brightened by the moonlight, like sparkling rivers.

"When I went to school in the afternoon, I saw a parent kneeling at the gate, holding a complaint written in a cardboard box, and crying there. Her son committed suicide by jumping off a building at school, and there was a depression medical certificate, saying that depression was caused by the school."

"I took one or two more steps forward, and I saw the name, it was the student I had taught."

High depth of field.

He is a shy boy, and he also likes boys.

He wished me happiness at Christmas and I returned the gift.

Yi Qingwei took the trouble to wipe away his tears.As a drop fell, he wiped off a drop.After one string came down, he wiped the other string clean.

On Gao Jingshen's mother's crude paper shell, the eight big characters were drawn one after another with bright watercolors.

"Homosexuality is not a crime, but discrimination is a big crime."

Spring is so desolate.Let people one by one, one after another, become martyrs.

They didn't speak again after that.

Yi Qingwei touched the ground with his feet and shook the swing lightly.Everything is silent, and he is also very gentle.

Song Yezhi said, "Is this swing a good buy?"

Yi Qingwei admitted: "Okay."

Song Yezhi raised his hand to catch the catkins in the air.

The catkins under the night seem to be less annoying than those encountered during the day.

But he caught the air, and wanted to let go of his hand, but Yi Qingwei grabbed it.

Song Yezhi's fingers were slender and skinny, and when held in his hand, it felt like jade.The cocoon was thinner than in previous years, and he gradually seldom practiced the violin.

Yi Qingwei took his hand and held it high, blocking the moon.

"Like a ring." Yi Qingwei said.

Song Yezhi turned his head to look at it from the same angle.The center of the full moon is covered by a finger, only the outline is exposed, the bright moonlight is blurred, and a circle is attached to Song Yezhi's ring finger, which is a shining silver ring.

"Tomorrow, Sister Naiyu and I will take Yi Yi to get vaccinated. Try to eat lunch on time, and I will prepare dinner for you when I come back." Song Yezhi said suddenly.

Yi Qingwei laughed wildly, her arms were weak, she interlocked his fingers and fell from the air, falling into the soft quilt.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Yezhi tilted his head to look at him.

Yi Qingwei shook his head and asked, "Why did I call you again?"

"Why didn't you call me?" Song Yezhi also asked.

"You'd better do it."

"Your uncle is the most comfortable."

Song Yezhi sat up straight and asked him, "Uncle, have you ever thought that we will adopt a child like the sisters-in-law in the future."

"Does it look like Yi Yi is so cute and cute." Yi Qingwei said, "However, raising children is not like raising kittens and puppies. Would you like to?"

Song Yezhi thought for a while: "I'm not ready now, I'll say later."

Yi Qingwei stroked his ring finger and kept measuring it.

He whispered, "Okay, wait a minute."

They watched the moon for a long time, blew the wind for a long time, and the sky was faintly gray, before going back to their room to sleep.

Song Yezhi closed his eyes, his eyelids were slightly swollen, astringent, not sleepy.Every word and every thing, go through it in my heart.It even goes back to the trip to Chongqing, the enthusiasm and kindness of the man outside the station before, and the panic and quick steps after that; A bag of apples.

The world is both good and bad.

But people who love each other embrace each other and sleep, intending to forget all the bad things and discard them on this spring night.

Song Yezhi couldn't help opening his eyes, he could only see the pajamas on Yi Qingwei's chest.Staring so hard that his two eyeballs were about to fight together, he quickly closed his eyes again, muttering something in his mind.

Strange, I even love the folds of your clothes.

—so it was he who gave him the ability to forgive everything and to approach the world enthusiastically.

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