Yizhi

Song Yezhi loves the way he looks when his eyes are closed.

Uncle's skin is pale, because most of the time he goes out early and returns late, and is covered in the hospital building, out of the sun.When the eyes are closed, the eyelids reveal a silent and fragile whiteness, and the underlayer is covered with blue-red veins, which are narrow, crystal clear, and extend irregularly.Like in winter, in the barren mountains, on the dead trees, the direction is ignorant, and the wild branches grow wildly.

He had painted his eyelids.

I have seen it hundreds of times in the early mornings, and the corners of Wensi are clearly printed in my mind, so I drew it by hand in a boring afternoon.

There are really only thin and winding lines drawn on the vast pale drawing paper.

Yi Qingwei passed by, couldn't understand, and asked him what it was.Song Yezhi asked back, both true and false, do you know that the blood vessels on your right eyelid look like this?He also used his fingers to draw out a relatively smooth line, saying, except for this one, this is the mark of your double eyelids.

Yi Qingwei picked it up and looked at it for a while: "You think I'm stupid."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

At that time, Song Yezhi flipped his fingers, covered the paper on the table, stretched himself, got up and went to sleep.

I really put the painting on this seldom-used table that day, and now I can't find it—the study is in a mess, and Song Yezhi rummaged through it to no avail.

"Song Yezhi." Yi Qingwei was in the bedroom, looking for someone as soon as he opened his eyes.

Song Yezhi stopped moving, raised his ears and answered, "What's the matter?"

"Where is it?" Yi Qingwei slowly got up and got dressed.

"Study—" Song Yezhi came out, "Uncle, have you seen my painting?"

Yi Qingwei didn't answer, and didn't ask which picture it was, and walked into the bathroom with his trousers, and was urgent about another matter: "Can you bother me to tie my tie? I seem to be late again today."

He was shaving in front of the mirror, and Song Yezhi stood behind him holding a solid-color tie.

Song Yezhi patted his shoulders: "Low."

Yi Qingwei spread his legs apart, half-stretched, and was a little shorter. Song Yezhi's face appeared in the mirror.

He laughed: "How do you tie face to face, haven't you learned yet?"

Song Yezhi lowered his eyes and concentrated on his work, his hands were busy, and he said calmly: "No, you taught so perfunctorily before - practice someday when you have time."

It's about to end.

Yi Qingwei wiped his chin with a wet towel, threw away the razor, put his back on his back, walked out of the bedroom, went downstairs to the dining table, and said, "Practice the mahjong formula I wrote for you first." , everyone made an appointment to go home on the 15th."

It was muggy and the sun was surprisingly bright.

Colleagues from the lunch break came back one after another, full of food and drink, causing sleepiness, and no one spoke in the huge laboratory.Song Yezhi inputting new data in front of the computer is a boring but necessary chore.Fortunately, this work can withstand double-tasking, and the eyes unconsciously pick out those numbers from the densely packed numbers to form a string of numbers.

I want to make a phone call and ask Yi Qingwei if he has lunch on time today.

There is a crude basketball court in front of the window, and a basketball hoop is erected under a tree. It is said that it is for the staff to move their bones in their spare time.Most of the time it is a decoration, but at the moment it is used by a student.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the laboratory is low, and it even feels cold, so the sweating and panting of the male students outside the window are somewhat distorted, like portraits from another world.Instead, the basketball hit the ground, and the basketball shook the dust, making Song Yezhi feel a more real sense of discomfort.

Hit it, it made Song Yezhi dizzy for a while.He got up and went to the window, considering whether he could have a consultation with the energetic adolescent boy.

He stood still, but his mind was still dizzy.Song Yezhi patted his forehead, could it be that he ate the wrong dish in the cafeteria just now.

Before Song Yezhi could speak, the boy stopped dribbling the ball by himself.Suddenly, the basketball was lost and rolled into the grass.He supported his waist and looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on the top of the tall building.

Doubt, confusion.

——The same expression as many people in the laboratory.

They return to the same world.

Someone noticed the half tube of reagents on the table and tentatively came to a conclusion.

earthquake.

2008年5月12日14时28分，四川省汶川市发生8级地震，多地有明显震感。

Shock waves travel much faster than information, and Song Yezhi received Yi Qingwei's call at four o'clock in the afternoon.

He asked Song Yezhi to wait for him at the research institute, and immediately changed his words before he finished speaking, or Song Yezhi went to the hospital to find him.Yi Qingwei wandered between the two choices by himself, and finally made a decision.Come home, we are going home together now.

Anyway, he wants to see him.

Song Yezhi held the phone by his ear, silently listening to his arrangements.More and more people around him began to discuss this natural disaster. As he shuttled through the crowd, he felt more and more uneasy, swelled and heavy, and then fell again, bottomless.

This anxiety is very familiar, Song Yezhi remembers.But it has been many years, and it seems strange again.The days went smoothly, and he never thought that he would do it all over again.

When Song Yezhi arrived home, Yi Qingwei was pulling a small suitcase and packing clothes in the closet.Song Yezhi opened the door, and when they saw each other, they didn't make a sound.

Song Yezhi bowed his head and took Yi Qingwei's box into his hands.The clothes were taken out one by one and folded again to make them neater and smaller.

Usually, when he was on a business trip, it was always Song Yezhi who packed his luggage for him.Yi Qingwei is not good at summarizing. The 24-inch suitcase is full of two sets of clothes. Who can't be in a hurry?

Yi Qingwei cautiously followed at his feet with empty hands, watching him busy.I wanted to be closer to him, but I was afraid of hindering him from doing things.Song Yezhi gritted his teeth tightly from the moment he entered the door, his eyes became redder and redder in the silence, Yi Qingwei was a little scared for no reason.

"I'm going too." Song Yezhi said incessantly, and then began to fold his own clothes.

Yi Qingwei stopped him and shook his hand.Song Yezhi struggled, but couldn't make it, so he was trapped in his arms.

It's so hot outside, why are they so cold.

"Where are you going?" Yi Qingwei asked in a low voice.

"Where are you going, where am I going?"

"I'm going to Sichuan."

"I'm going to Sichuan too."

"This time is not like before, I can't take you with me."

"Don't take it, I'll go by myself and go separately."

"what are you worried about?"

"Nothing."

"I'm not the only one going."

"Not more than me."

The two were extremely tough, fighting with swords and swords, refusing to give up a word.

"A lot, a lot." Yi Qingwei collapsed first, with a gentle tone, "What are you doing this trip? Is the research institute okay? Also, you will accompany Dad for me when I go home for dinner in a few days. My sister Over there, does Yi Yi have to trouble you to pick him up on weekends? Maybe I can come back on weekends and cook Yi Yi with you. Don't miss me."

"Uncle, just let me go." With a lack of language, Song Yezhi now forgot the technique of persuasion and only knew his purpose, "Just let me go, let me follow you." Song Yezhi begged him.

If he can't stop it, if he can't stop it, then let him go with him.Is this also a luxury?

Shake your head, shake your head again.

Yi Qingwei said: "There are a lot of people going to support from all walks of life, and we are only one of the first echelons. I guarantee that doctors are among them, and the safety factor is at the top. Don't worry, and don't think about unnecessary things."

Song Yezhi was determined, he gave up communicating with Yi Qingwei, and let go.

Yi Qingwei looked down at his empty waist.

"This time I lead the team, and I only give everyone an hour of free time. After 10 minutes, I have to go, and you have to stay. Song Yezhi, you can't do anything if you go."

Song Yezhi handed the suitcase to him.

"Well, you go. As for the rest, you can't control it."

"Song Yezhi."

"I can do a lot. If you save people, I will save people too. I dig rocks and dig soil, deliver food and water, move bricks and tiles, and do whatever I don't. I just want to go, I go to watch You, go and stay with you. I would like to ask what I am staying here for, waiting for you like five years ago?" Song Yezhi finally had a hoarse throat, and complained in a broken voice, "Everyone will be counted. If you need me, you don't want me!"

Tears are not tears, but clear and pure water, colorless blood mixed with salt grains, the product of his love for him, and strong evidence that there is no harmless and painless love here.

"'Who doesn't want you.'" Yi Qingwei caught up with him, grabbed him, and hugged him. "So wronged, who doesn't want you? Okay, go, I want to go that way. But you go after the 15th. Aftershocks after the big earthquake, Professional search and rescue is difficult, so it’s not your turn to dig rocks and earth. There will definitely be more people organizing volunteers to go to Wenchuan in the future, and you will follow them when the time comes, okay?”

Yi Qingwei asked: "Is it okay?"

Song Yezhi sucked his red nose, glared at him with moist eyes, and said, "Look, it must be a lie to say that you can come back to take care of Yi Yi with me on weekends, you lied to me again."

"It's true that I want to give you a gift."

Yi Qingwei looked at him seriously and smiled, just smiled.A long and solemn gaze, so long that the two hearts softened and melted together.

Song Yezhi was bewildered by tenderness, and Yi Qingwei said in tenderness: "If I go out this time and fail to come back—or next time, or next time, I will die, and you will be the only one left." Song Yezhi , you have to take care of yourself alone and live hard. I won't want you, I love you forever, you know."

It takes some courage to teach a young lover to respect life and to face death—especially his own—with grace.

No one does not suspect death and fear death.

——Shouldn’t there be any?

The red handprint was pressed on the petition, and the last words were written after the meeting was over, and they were sealed in a private box, and they were torn up by themselves when they came back, or others helped them open them.This one goes, only these two endings.Nothing more than these two endings.

But there are more consequences that can be implicated from this.

Who calls life complicated.

Song Yezhi's bewildered expression is very cute, and the obedient nodding is even more obedient.

He later realized that Yi Qingwei was ruthless and cruel, but somehow he was able to pick out a few fragile feelings, forcing Song Yezhi to hug him tighter, and tighter, lest he really let go of his hand, looking for him Not coming back.

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unwise.Three chapters didn't solve the ending, and I didn't solve three chapters.The last flag, it will definitely work this week. (It might work