Yizhi

His lover turned into a handful of ashes, which he handled and sprinkled into the sea bit by bit.

The sea wind was very strong that day, whistling and blowing him away.Song Yezhi clenched his hand in vain, unable to grasp it no matter how hard he tried.

When he got home, he was alone at home.There are two pairs of slippers at the door, one black and one white.Song Yezhi was not in a hurry to enter the door, he leaned on the pillar and stared at it dryly, it was raining.

Jim sent an email, saying that he read the domestic news and saw Yi Qingwei's obituary.A major event happened in China, and everyone was remembering the compatriots who died unfortunately, and the martyrs who died for the people, and then black and white portraits were listed one by one.

One of them was very heroic, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a smile.

This is the Yi Qingwei Jim knew, and he was horrified.

Song Yezhi replied, yes, he was buried yesterday.

Jim didn't reply again.

Song Yezhi said, it doesn't matter.

After chatting with Jim and saying goodbye, Song Yezhi went to the bathroom and vomited while hugging the toilet.No one patted the back, no one poured water, and after vomiting, he got up, washed his face, rinsed his mouth, and turned on the TV dripping wet.

It opened the interface of the news channel, and the volume suddenly increased, which startled him.

Indeed, they have been reporting on the Wenchuan Earthquake all day long.While interviewing the people affected by the disaster, I stopped a middle-aged man with a disheveled face and ragged clothes, saying that his whole family was dead, his wife had not been dug up, and his son and daughter had not been found.He scratched his head and said he couldn't find it anymore. There was no food or shelter here, so he had to go. After so many days, he couldn't find it.It's gone too.

The reporter was speechless, and the camera stopped, looking at the swaying back of the man for a long time.The reporter regained his composure and began to summarize the broadcast. He cried without saying a few words, unable to utter a word.

Not seeing Yi Qingwei, he stopped looking and walked away.But it was not turned off, leaving the TV to talk on its own.

Song Yezhi forgot to take care of the washing machine on the balcony, and he even forgot when he pressed the start button.The water leaked out and the washing machine was still running.His clothes and Yi Qingwei's clothes were wrinkled and entangled, unable to move.

The washing machine whined and wailed, as if it was about to break down.Clothes wailed, too.They are trapped in this narrow world, no matter how much they earn, they just can't earn half a cent.

Song Yezhi watched, then suddenly covered his eyes, trembling and crying.

For the first time in so many days, he heard his own voice.

Days have always been like water, flowing away in a hurry, occasionally with traces, most without traces.

This nonsense argument has no effect on Song Yezhi.

Normally the mouth for the water to escape was blocked, and the time he passed now was a stone.These stone-like days are piled up, and they are piled up day after day, which cannot be passed away.Hard, lifeless, straight and towering.

Push him to the ground.

To pierce his sky.

Break the heart into a thin film.

In June, Song Yezhi became extremely lethargic.

24 hours a day, he sleeps 24 hours.Once, it was noon when I fell asleep, and it was noon when I woke up, and the sunlight on the floor was exactly the same.Hanging up Yi Yan's phone and looking at the date, he realized that the calendar has been refurbished for another day.

No way, sleeping became the only way for him to see him.

In mid-July, Tao Xun was on vacation and came to Beijing.He went to stay with Song Yezhi in the duplex building, lived for a while, and found that Song Yezhi smoked a lot every day.

Song Yezhi said, don't learn from me.

Tao Xun watched Song Yezhi tremblingly for several days.Uncle Ono was not passive at all, he was still as sensible and gentle as before.Eat seriously and go to work as usual.It's just that there are fewer words, which are pitiful.

Tao Xun is by Song Yezhi's side and doesn't have to do any housework.It may be necessary to sweep the dust, water the garden flowers, and sometimes put hot water in the bathtub before Song Yezhi returns from get off work.

Uncle Ono loves to take a bath, and after taking a bath, he will definitely not be seen smoking again at night.He also has the habit of pouring perfume in the bath, but he doesn't usually spray it.Tao Xun found that the perfume was usually placed in front of the bathtub together with the bath products, and was used quickly, and the bottle was emptied once every few days.

One day at the end of July, Song Yezhi got up late and was washing in the bathroom, while Tao Xun went downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast.

He heard Song Yezhi say casually: "Brush your teeth immediately after smoking, and there is a taste of bread in your mouth. Have you ever done this?"

After that there was no sound.

Unlike making a phone call, Tao Xun hurried up, while Song Yezhi stood in front of the mirror in a daze, with toothpaste in his mouth in a daze.

It was rare for Tao Xun to see Song Yezhi's soulless and lifeless appearance, so he was a little scared.He vaguely knew that the cigarette was Uncle Yi's cigarette, the perfume was Uncle Yi's perfume, and the words were for Uncle Yi to listen to.

After dinner, Song Yezhi refused to let Tao Xun stay with him, and coaxed him back to Yunshi Hutong.

There were fireworks in the middle of the night, and they exploded in front of the French windows.

It exploded with a bang, and then scattered patteringly.A colorful rain, an audio-visual feast.

Song Yezhi lay sideways on the bed, opened his eyes to see, tears fell out unconsciously, and got into the pillow.

It is clearly the scene of the summer night in the square when I was 17 years old.

The fireworks burned to ashes, and the alarms of the cars in the community wailed, one after another.

He returned to the mundane world, got up and poured himself a glass of wine.

The dark days in June passed, and Song Yezhi became difficult to fall asleep in the later stage, often waking up within an hour or two.There is no dream, how can this be done.

Take medicine.

He took an overdose of medicine and was sent to the hospital for gastric lavage.

It was really just an accident.He won't die easily, he nodded to Yi Qingwei.Live hard and try to take care of yourself.

The days are short and the nights long.

Later, he learned to be smart and used wine instead of medicine.If you get dizzy after drinking, it lasts longer.Although there are still no dreams, it is enough, and he cherishes the moments when his brain is not conscious.

In the dark room, Song Yezhi held the wine glass with one hand and played the piano with one hand.A piece of Butterfly Lovers, played until it turned into a butterfly, his fingers became faster and faster, faster and faster, and his whole body broke out in a profuse sweat.

Playing the piano alone is surprisingly hard.

The wine glass shattered on the ground, and he also limply fell to the floor.

The clouds gathered and scattered, and from the corner of the window, the moon was cloudy and then clear, round and short.

With the moonlight shining on his face, Song Yezhi remained motionless.Nervous tinnitus hit him, getting louder and sharper, as if about to take off.

They were the ones who took off, and Song Yezhi was still left on the ground without temperature.

If the eyes are intact, go to look at the moon obsessively.

The moon is like water, like a lover's eyes.

Uncle, I miss you.

On August [-]th, there was abundant rain and the cloudy sky was even more lingering.

Song Yezhi took a day off and was woken up by Yi Enwu's phone call in the morning, saying that he and Tao Xun had gotten a few tickets for the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games and asked Song Yezhi to take them with him.Unfortunately, he can't ask for leave on the 8th, and there are experiments and summary meetings that he can't miss.

Song Yezhi was top-heavy and his throat was itchy.Hang up the phone, get out of bed and smoke a cigarette.The ashtray didn't arrive in time, and it was covered in ash.

Anyway, it's dirty, just order another one.

The match didn't strike, and I heard Yi Qingwei calling him.

"Song Yezhi."

He shuddered and didn't move.

"Ignore people?"

Song Yezhi looked at the void, stunned, he felt that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to come back alive.

Yi Qingwei, how long has it been since I heard your voice.

In the afternoon, an unfamiliar number called.After that day, Song Yezhi would feel palpitations when he saw an unfamiliar number.But now is not the past, he has nothing to lose.

He connected, and the other party was a jewelry store.

"Hello, Mr. Yi ordered two men's rings in our store in January, and the appointment is to pick them up on August 1st. It has been overdue for three days, and his personal number shows that he has been canceled. May I ask Mr. Song, can you choose a date to pick them up?" ?”

"Mr. Yi..."

"Yes, Mr. Yi Qingwei left your number as a backup, and indicated your relationship with him as a partner. If you are inconvenient to come and pick it up, we will cancel the order."

"You tell me the address, I... I'll come on the seventh."

Song Yezhi was even reluctant to press the hang up button, for fear that this was also a ridiculous illusion.

The long and slender smoke produced snow-white ash, Song Yezhi put it on the rim of the cup, touched the body of the cigarette with his index finger, and the ash was shaken into the clear water.

Swish.

With a bang, Mars died in the water.

It is very similar to the moment when a match is struck.

Extinguishing and burning are presented to Song Yezhi in the same form, giving him a subtle sense of comfort.Is life and death the same, or is there no difference at all?

August seventh.

A beginning, an end, a beginning, an end.To put it bluntly, it's just an endpoint.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly relaxed, as if it had been washed by a ton of water, it was extremely light.

There is still no sun on this day, but the world has become better, a few degrees brighter, and a few degrees more colorful.

Song Yezhi didn't drive, but walked with a wooden box.He received several birthday wishes on the way, and he replied patiently one by one.

Zhao Huanyu's mobile phone still couldn't get through, Song Yezhi switched to text messages.

"Where is it? Have you arrived at the South Pole? When will you come back? I have been asking my aunt to clean your house. After I left, I let Wuer take over. Huanyu, it's too late, I can't wait for you to come. Don't wait for you when you come back. Repudiation, return the housekeeping money to the children.”

When you're done, turn it off completely.

The store Yi Qingwei chose was far away, and I don't know how he found it.Song Yezhi walked slower than usual, and breathed and breathed more frequently than usual.I want to stay a little longer and experience more. Anyway, there are more novelties on the street than before, and it's still early anyway.

Depart in the morning and arrive at the destination at noon.

It is a delicate and elegant shop with a strong artistic atmosphere.The custom-made products placed on the display cabinet are approved by the owner, and all have nameplates stating the name of the owner, the name of the producer and the date of production.

Song Yezhi saw the ring, which was very simple in style.

"The surface of this one is engraved with the lines of some blood vessels, and it is made according to your size. The surface of this one is engraved with the outline of some bones, and it is made according to Mr. Yi's size."

Passing the ring box to Song Yezhi, the clerk reopened a larger flat box.

"These are two pieces of hand-painted paper that Mr. Yi brought back at the beginning. According to his request, they must be returned in the original form when they pick up the ring. You open it and check to see if there is any stain or damage."

One is Song Yezhi's picture of missing blood vessels, and the other is a painting with Yi Qingwei's handwriting on it.

"his back"

"You...if it's inconvenient...you can just take the one that belongs to you."

The guest looked at the painting with mournful eyes and stared at it for a long time without saying a word.The clerk only thought that the relationship between them had changed, and such a suggestion was also in line with the rules of the store.

It was Song Yezhi who lost his composure, and apologized: "I'm sorry. He told me to take it away, and he must help him get it back together." Song Yezhi opened the wooden box in his hand, "The box is right, you don't need to take the manuscript paper Put it back in the flat case."

"Okay, you go slowly. I wish you and your husband..." the clerk said.

Song Yezhi smiled slightly: "What do you wish us?"

"Hundreds of years together, love lasts longer than the sky."

He smiled better.

The clerk thought that he was also dressed very nicely today, as if he was going to a lover's appointment.

Song Yezhi wandered between the flower shop and the restaurant, and entered the flower shop first.

Do people still need to eat before committing suicide?

Song Yezhi didn't know.

Anyway he needs roses.

Even if there is already an immortal flower in the suitcase.

After picking out the flower branches, he saw a bundle of rope at the corner of the flower cabinet. Song Yezhi said, "Can you give me another piece of rope?"

The owner of the florist said cheerfully, "This rope is left over from pulling branches and hanging flowers just now, you can take it all!"

"Thank you." Song Yezhi put the rope into the box and took the flowers in his hand, "Please tie the rope and flowers together."

"The rope is for you!"

Song Yezhi only bought one rose, and felt very embarrassed.Ropes are more expensive than flowers.

The boss waved him to go quickly and told him not to delay the appointment.

Song Yezhi was stunned for a moment, then nodded amusedly, it was indeed a date.He broke his promise in exchange for a date.

The Qixi Festival atmosphere is strong, there are many people holding flowers on the street, Song Yezhi and most of them are walking in the opposite direction.They walked into the hotels and shopping malls in the city center, and he walked towards the sea and the sunset.

They still have this life, but he can only seek the next life.

The seaside cliffs are steep and steep, Song Yezhi stands in the middle, and the wind is buzzing.

In this life, it was the first time that Song Yezhi experienced such a violent wind.Like a thin blade, scratching his face hurts more than the snowy day when he first met Yi Qingwei.

The setting sun hangs in the sky, and the sea is covered with golden light.The waves are undulating, far away, blocking the hearing, and it is hard to tell whether we are in the clouds in the sky or the shore on the ground.

Open the wooden box, take out the rope, put in two stones, and close it again so that it cannot be lifted.There are a lot of things inside, and fights are inevitable. Stones hit silver bracelets, silver chains, and glass bottles containing specimen roses, jingling and rattling.

The rope was too long, Song Yezhi picked a sharp stone and patiently ground it off.To reach the adult's arm, one end is fastened to the wooden box, and the other end is tied to the wrist.

Half of the sun goes down, and half remains.

Song Yezhi sat cross-legged, straightened his waist, and touched his back with his backhand.From top to bottom, stroke the spine repeatedly.

my back.

Song Yezhi laughed.

Looking up after a long time, the sun has sunk, and the sky is still bright.

Song Yezhi took out a photo from his breast pocket, caressed and caressed, looked at it again and again, and finally tore it into pieces together with Rose, drifted away slowly, and sent it to the wind.

He stood up, carried the wooden box and moved to the edge of the cliff, facing the sea.

High enough, high enough to make fear useless, to show his urgency.

I begged you to come to my dream last night, but you didn't come.

This time, we must meet this time.

The sun will rise tomorrow.

I still want to see you again.

I am late.There is a next journey, you have to wait for me.

He leaped.

Thin as a floating leaf.Through the wind, breaking the waves, falling into the deep blue.

When the waves bloom, there is a sound, which seems very small in the vast world.

leap.

Arrived at the end of time.

Especially grand and warm.

I will always love you too.

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It was mid-August when Yi Jin and Yi Yan went to the house to collect the belongings.

Song Yezhi did not leave any memorable personal belongings.

He took everything from both of them.

Yi Jin stayed quietly in their bedroom for a long time, while Yi Yan waited for her silently.Until it got dark, I had to go.

Before Yi Jin closed the door, she was almost unsteady, but Yi Yan quickly supported her.It hurt her to pinch her, but it was hard to dispel the sudden pain in her chest.Yi Jin's gaze faltered and fell on the piano in the corner of the room.

In the glass ashtray on the surface of the piano, there are two cigarette butts lying clean.

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There are extra episodes, three or four articles.A friend talked about parallel world episodes, but after careful consideration, I decided not to write them.leave them here.A friend said that Yi Jin and Li Naiyu's extravaganza was also not written.I plan to write the story of my sister-in-law's son(s) in the future, so I won't repeat it in a chapter.Weibo will post some small and small episodes.So that's it.From the beginning of the article to the present, I am very grateful to those friends who have been leaving comments. I really have gained strength from the comments.Chasing my serialization is very painful, it will be changed, it must be changed.Sorry, very sorry, thank you, thank you very much.This is the end of our mutual companionship!Good night tonight, see you later.