Yizhi

Several medical vehicles were parked in the school square, and more than a dozen medical staff were stationed there.Students stood all over the field, queuing up to donate blood, forming several long dragons, which folded onto the sidewalk by the side of the road.

The blood should be sent to the disaster area to save lives.Most of the faces in the team were young and young, and each of them rolled up their sleeves early on, chatting around in circles with a single bare arm.Half frowning, half excited.

The phone vibrated in the pocket, the desk as the medium, and it was loud and humming appallingly.The yellow rubber tubing was already bound around the arm, tied tight, and the doctor let go of his hand.

"Student, do you want to pick it up first?"

The few students in the row behind recognized Song Yezhi, and when they heard this address, they laughed in twos and threes.

Song Yezhi turned his head to the side, and moved his mobile phone away from the table and box. He shook his head: "Let's smoke first."

Failed to rely on caffeine to hang the eyelids, the brown liquid was drunk into the mouth, and it was stirred into hard mud in the stomach.Song Yezhi's whole body, from his forehead to his toes, was not comfortable anywhere. He lowered his eyebrows, silently watching the dark red blood flow through the transparent thin tube and into the glass bottle.

Standing up and leaving the seat, the eye of the needle was so small that you couldn't find it. After bleeding, Song Yezhi pressed the cotton swab back on, following the doctor's orderly instructions, press it tight, don't take it away in a hurry.

Song Yezhi stuck to his clothes and slowly clamped the phone out.The right arm experienced bursts of weakness and weakness, which he guessed was due to a psychological effect.

Unknown number, three missed calls.

Song Yezhi was about to call back when the fourth call came in.

Looks like a big deal.

On the screen, green patterns danced.High frequency, disorder, irregular.The incoming call seemed like a reckless man running away, breaking into his own door, trying to break in.My brain hurts and my eyelids twitch.Why didn't you find out before?The discomfort is intense.

Song Yezhi pressed the answer button.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Yi's lover?"

Most things in the world are unpredictable, and most of them do not give signs.

"Which Mr. Yi?"

The square was bustling and noisy, Song Yezhi's voice could only be heard by himself.

"I'm sorry. It's Mr. Yi Qingwei, born in 1974. He is currently the chief physician of the Department of Orthopedics at Beijing 301 Hospital. He went to Wenchuan on May 5.12 to support him."

"We will dial this number according to the emergency contact information he left. Excuse me, may I ask if you can contact Mr. Yi's lover—" the other side identified the name word by word, and said, "Ms. Song Yezhi?"

"I am Song Yezhi."

Not lady.

She paused for a few seconds, pretending that the signal was interrupted, and the vocals restarted after a few seconds.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Yi Qingwei's lover?"

"I'm."

Dr. Yi escorted critically ill patients at four o'clock in the morning this morning, and the vehicle he was accompanying encountered a landslide caused by aftershocks in the mountains.Less than 10 minutes after the rescue signal was sent out, the entire vehicle lost contact.The search and rescue team finally dug up the wreckage of the car body at the bottom of the mountain, and...and three medical staff, two patients, and a driver... It was confirmed on the spot that all six people had no signs of life.It is with great regret and deep sorrow that I inform you of this news.

My condolences, she said, Dr. Yi is a hero of our people.

There was a slight choking sob over there, and it sounded like retching to this side's ear.

"Hey--"

"Hey—Mr. Song, are you still listening?"

The crowd burst into an uproar.

The blood beads connected into a line one by one, flowing out a thorny and bright blood-colored river on that limp arm.

Song Yezhi raised his eyes and looked at them.Everyone looked at his arm, every face was full of surprise.

In this way, Dr. Yi became a hero of our people.

There was a hot afternoon on May 5th, and the first hint of summer was showing.Song Yezhi was standing on the second floor, which was the second floor, and the passers-by were already as small as scurrying ants.

Under the shade of the tree, there was an old man smoking, with a thin body and slack eyes.The cigarette butt bounced into the grass, and black smoke rose. The man was shocked, and his eyes began to open, and he jumped up and kicked the green grass under the thick smoke.

"Ono, his...whether to bring his body back, whether to hold a funeral, and which method of burial are all up to you to decide."

The mobile phone is at hand, and the speakerphone is pressed, and the sound quality is much worse.Yi Jin's voice was mixed with the murmur of barking, it was hard to hear clearly.For example, it took a long time for Song Yezhi's brain to process the words of body, funeral, and burial.

So there was a silence.

"Sister-in-law, I want to go see him first."

Some clothes go in the washing machine, some go in the suitcase.Song Yezhi closed the box.

The living is so pitiful, Song Yezhi still does not believe that he is dead.If you really don't believe it, you must meet.If you find him and meet him, you will be tortured awake and disembowelled.

Yi Qingwei was still talking, hugging, and kissing to himself yesterday, but in recollection, it seemed to be a long time ago, and it became a vague first half of his life.

The phone didn't hang up.

The phone call was filled with long stretches of silence.

Only then did I hear Yi Jin say, "I'm with you."

Yi Jin put on makeup and looked better than usual, but her eyes lacked emotion.Her eyes have always been able to speak, laughing and cursing are all in it, but now she can't see it.When Song Yezhi came into her sight, her collapsed shoulders and neck stood up a little.

She turned to him, frowning slightly, Song Yezhi saw the pain.

On the plane, they sit in a row.Yi Jin closed her eyes, sleepy, holding Song Yezhi's arm.

"After my mother left, my personality began to become more delicate. Because I am the only woman left in the family, and he is still young, I am afraid that he will not be taken care of in the slightest." Yi Jin spoke with sleepiness in her words , like dream language.

"In the year when Xiaowei filled out the application for the college entrance examination, no one in the family disagreed. That night, I quietly went to the temple to make a wish. Xiao Ye, our mother is a Buddhist. I knelt in front of the Buddha statue and told my wish to my mother and to the Buddha. .I think—what I mean is, I want to bless my little brother, and exchange any of my things. Shouyuan, luck, happiness, health, you can take them all, and exchange them for his safety and success. You know, my mother is a doctor, and the whole family We all know the suffering of the doctor. I am not afraid of his suffering, I am afraid of his being hurt."

Yi Jin opened his eyes and blinked.

The plane is climbing.

"But today—today—is it because I was not sincere enough?"

Song Yezhi didn't speak, but reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Yi Jin's eyes.The sister-in-law was exhausted, and he let her lean on his shoulder.He will be turning 29 this year and has grown into a dependable character.

When Yi Jin's breathing became even, Song Yezhi put the sweaty paper ball into his pocket.

He suddenly remembered that in the past 12 years, he and his uncle had only taken the same plane once.

In the late winter of 2003, they went to Hainan together.

It was very happy at that time, it was a reunion.

For the rest, it seems to be separation every time.

Someone picked up the plane, and they had to drive into Wenchuan, changing many cars on the way.

The structure is clear and the division of labor is orderly. Each vehicle is only responsible for completing its own work.Song Yezhi and Yi Jin were handed over, tossed and turned, and seemed to finally reach their destination when it got dark.

It seemed, because Song Yezhi didn't ask.He didn't want to talk anymore, no matter what he said, he would get a sorry response in the end.Everyone was like that when grandpa passed away, and now it's happening again and again.The car was in a bumpy condition, and it made me want to vomit.

The speed of the car slowed down, and gradually no one in the car spoke anymore.

Song Yezhi was in the car, and when he saw the words of the funeral home, he was a little dazed.Those people said they would take them to see Yi Qingwei, and Yi Qingwei was here.

In the empty room, Song Yezhi's hands and feet were stiff.

"Excuse me, where is Yi Qingwei?" Yi Jin asked.

"No. 2 ice coffin." Someone answered.

No. 2 ice coffin.

These four big characters are nails, hammered into Song Yezhi's temples one by one.

Like an old man smoking in the shade of a tree during the day, the fire-burning bushes startle his shriveled and lazy body.Until this moment, Song Yezhi suddenly woke up from the pain.

He wants to leave.

But my uncle is here, where else can he go?

They pulled Yi Qingwei out of the closet, and he lay in a transparent coffin in front of everyone.Silently, eyes closed.

Someone cried.

Song Yezhi listened for a while, and realized that it was my sister-in-law.

Song Yezhi moved his feet, turned his toes back, and walked towards Yi Qingwei.

It was no different from before, wherever Yi Qingwei was, that was where Song Yezhi was going.

Dead, really like falling asleep.

Yi Qingwei was well taken care of.The hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes are covered with hoarfrost, the lips have lost color, and the expression is calm and calm.

"Don't let your tears fall on his coffin, it's unlucky. The deceased will feel uneasy there." Someone reminded.

Song Yezhi raised his eyes to see the person who heard the sound, and touched his face.

no tears.

"He—" Song Yezhi opened his mouth to speak, but found that he had no voice.

"he--"

Hoarse.

"he--"

Heterogeneous.

Did anyone hear what he said at the end?It was the moment before he died, the second before he died, did he say anything?

"he--"

Song Yezhi was speechless.

Yi Jin had already been helped out, but Song Yezhi was still standing.

Like a different kind of corpse, frozen here.

Standing there for a long time, so long that the rest of the people realized that they should go out and leave a hidden space for him.

So only Song Yezhi was left.

Touching the ice coffin with his hand, he froze for a few seconds.

Just now, someone said that if tears fall on your coffin, you will feel uneasy there.Uncle, where is that over there?Where do you leave me standing here alone?Uncle, I was so ashamed just now.I have been unable to speak, they have been staring at me.Uncle, I have moths in my throat, and it's also very itchy now.

Uncle, yesterday I told you to wait for me.

Song Yezhi bent over, deeply, sticking to Yi Qingwei even closer.Cherish a kiss, kiss to your own tears.

It was so cold here that Song Yezhi would never be able to stand up straight.

Yi Qingwei is really dead, disappearing from this world.Nothing has changed, Song Yezhi is going to start living without him.

Ice coffins can cut fingers.The more it hurts, the more I clenched, the harder I clenched, but I couldn't hold anything.

He nodded regretfully, regretted letting him go alone.

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Mistake again, I failed to solve Chapter [-], but Chapter [-] seems to be able to solve the ending.There is one more chapter, and it will be posted later.Do you have something to say?For the last time, I want to see more of my friends talking, but I don’t know if it will work or not