Yizhi

Think it over.

impossible.

Uncle.

Can't change it.

As the night wind blew, the upward-winding smoke changed its trajectory and rushed towards the surface.Yi Qingwei half-closed his eyes and turned his face to the side, and put out the cigarette butt that was extinguished on the brick wall of the alley.

Can't change it.

He wanted to laugh a little.

Yi Qingwei hurried over from get off work, and got the answer, that is, he got sunshine and grace, and a small flower emerged from the soil that had been silent for many days, wrapped in a little joy, and bloomed tremblingly.

Yi Qingwei couldn't hold back, and bent his lips and eyebrows.

On the other side of the wall, Song Yingjun's yelling was still in his ears, and a poor man was kneeling to accept the punishment.Thinking of this, the bitter taste left by the cigarette spread in the mouth instantly, tormenting people.

He lowered his head and shook the cigarette case, lingered a few steps in place, ready to light another one.

Taking advantage of the winter wind and tobacco, Yi Qingwei began to think, plan, and recall the chess game he learned when he was young, how to lay it out, how to do it, and Uncle Song was willing to give him Song Yezhi.

There were rustling footsteps at the entrance of the alley, and an old man walked with his little grandson.The child jumped up and down holding the old man's arm, and said excitedly that the kindergarten would start tomorrow, and he could see his friends.

He noticed Yi Qingwei who was lighting a cigarette, and rounded his mouth to look around curiously.

The lit cigarette was held between his fingers, and Yi Qingwei hid it behind his back to avoid the child's sight.

When they were far away, the smoke had already been sucked up by the wind, and white ashes fluttered down.

But the child suddenly ran back, hugged two big pears, and ran towards Yi Qingwei with all his might, staggering here and there, always afraid that he would trip over him.

"Brother, I'll give you two big pears. My grandma asked me to tell you to smoke less, there is no door that young people can't pass!"

After the child finished speaking, he stuffed the pear into his arms, slipped away after stuffing it, and ran back the same way, running with all his teeth and claws, excited for the successful completion of the task assigned by his grandma.

Yi Qingwei raised his eyes, and the old man stopped not far away, picked up his grandson, and continued walking home.

He lowered his head, stretched his feet, and pushed all the cigarette butts on the ground behind the lamppost.

young.

Awakened.

The young one is not him, but Song Yezhi.

He confessed sincerely: "But it's true that I like boys."

He declared fearlessly: "Yi Qingwei, I like him."

Facing him, for the first time in his life, Yi Qingwei tasted the feeling of being at a loss and unable to cope.Like going through a rainstorm, Song Yezhi is a lotus in the pond, swaying and waiting for him to grab it.

What Yi Qingwei didn't expect was himself—if he could get it, he would want to keep it forever.

But how is it possible?

Song Yezhi is so young, with a young heart, young bones, and young eyes.The second half of his life is so long, with countless possibilities and infinite excitement.

In the same vortex, there must always be someone sober, sober enough to endure love and pain.

Once the idea is formulated, it will appear over and over again, growing wildly like weeds in the mind, for fear that people will go back on their word.

It's cold, and there are few mosquitoes. Under the white street lamp, there are only two small insects touching each other to keep warm.When the wind picked up, they scattered, and one of them fluttered around the lampshade and gradually disappeared.

Worry is like tobacco, both are endless.Yi Qingwei kept thinking about things in his heart, and the role of smoke was only in this.

I came in a hurry just now and forgot to bring my coat.

There are two surgeries tomorrow.

At the end of the month, I have to go to Shanghai for exchange and study.

Song Yezhi.

He swallowed too quickly and was choked, Yi Qingwei immediately squatted down covering his mouth, buried his head in his arms, and tried his best to cover his cough.

The itching in his throat passed, but the man remained motionless and never stood up again.

Two people who hadn't slept all night met at the door of their house, and the four with dark circles looked at each other.

Yi Qingwei smelled strongly of smoke, and also had the unique cold and fresh fragrance in the morning air.

Yi Jin smelled the mixture of the two, and frowned: "What did you do?"

Yi Qingwei lowered his head, answered irrelevant questions, and turned sideways to enter the door: "Are you going to work?"

"Wait a minute." Yi Jin held him back, "I have something to tell you."

Yi Qingwei rubbed his frozen face and begged, "I'm going home just to take a hot bath, and I'm going to the hospital soon."

Yi Jin threw her bag and keys on the cabinet, crossed her arms, and raised her chin: "Go wash it, I'll take it off for you today, we'll talk in the car."

Yi Qingwei made a quick decision, with wet hair, put on a down jacket, drank a bowl of hot soup, and got into Yi Jin's car.Yi Jin grabbed his hair, then drove him off, staring at drying with a hair dryer before giving up.

"Can you go to work like this?"

"Why not."

"Knowing that there is an early shift and you still don't sleep, where are you going crazy?"

Yi Qingwei glanced at the rearview mirror: "Don't fall down, it's almost over the hurdle." He leaned on the back of the chair listlessly, "What do you want from me?"

"I'm asking you." When the road encountered a red light and the car stopped, Yi Jin said, "It's about Xiaoye."

"What's the matter with him?"

"Does Ono like you?"

"Did he tell you?" Yi Jin's question seemed to be expected, and Yi Qingwei answered the question naturally.

This is not an ordinary thing, Yi Jin got anxious and punched him on the shoulder: "Don't play around with me!"

"How did you know."

"I've always felt that something was wrong with him as soon as he met you. I only realized it when I heard you talking that night." Yi Jin said, "So, I guessed right?"

"Are you still eavesdropping on us?" Yi Qingwei smiled and deliberately interrupted.

Then he said to himself: "It's not right when you meet me? Why didn't I find out..."

Yi Jin turned her head and gave him a sharp glance, warning: "I told you, put away your foolishness."

Yi Qingwei turned a deaf ear to it, sat up straight, stretched out his finger and scratched on the foggy glass window.The down jacket was wide and the sleeves were too long, only a small white index finger was exposed.Yi Jin looked at his younger brother from the side, he looked like a childish student.

After a while, a beautiful "Song" character was hung on the window.

Yi Qingwei looked at his work for a few seconds, and said: "He was punished by Uncle Song to kneel for a day and a night, and he didn't say a soft word. Sister, knowing that Song Yezhi likes me... I am really happy."

When Yi Qingwei was born, Yi Jin was 11 years old, and she raised him.

She gave him a wooden look, wanting to curse.

"You are so happy, I think you are sad to death."

"It was so cold and the floor was so hard. I wanted to go in and hug him and coax him, but it would definitely make the situation worse. Song Yezhi's knee must have been swollen and it would hurt for days." Yi Qingwei said.

The worst-case scenario is what it is now.

consensual.

"Don't hurt him." Yi Jin said in a deep voice.

Yi Qingwei suddenly collapsed.

It's one thing to be self-aware, it's another to be shattered by others.The protective film of the package was punctured precisely, and the people who were confused inside woke up from the pain.Yi Qingwei, who just pretended to be gay just now, is like a plant whose water has been sucked up in an instant, and his spirit quickly languishes.

"And don't hurt yourself." Yi Jin's tone was stagnant.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. He fumbled to open the door, tripped and staggered a few steps.

"Did you hear what I said?" Yi Jin asked him in the car.

Yes, it should be like this, let him go free for now.

"heard it."

Yi Qingwei's voice was very soft and far away, as if it was broken as soon as it came out, and then it was put together neatly by the wind and floated over.

Yi Jin felt uncomfortable, so she rolled up the car window, lay on the steering wheel, and remained silent for a while.

The sky was bright and the sun was in full bloom, and the yard where the birds and cats were usually singing was unusually quiet today.Stepping on her high heels, Yi Jin lifted her ankles and gently pushed open the courtyard door. The door to the living room of the main room was tightly closed.

She went to knock on the door: "Uncle Song? I, Xiao Jin."

Tao Guosheng opened the door, said hello, and politely invited people into the room. He looked haggard, with bags under his eyes drooping on his face, and said with a smile: "Brother Song and Xiao Ye didn't have a good rest last night, so they stayed in the room to catch up on sleep. "

Yi Jin took the teapot and water cup from Tao Guosheng's hand: "It's okay, Uncle Tao, I'll do it myself."

She sat on the sofa and asked, "Uncle Tao, can I go and see Xiaoye?"

As soon as their eyes met, Tao Guosheng knew the purpose of Yi Jin's trip.

"Okay." He nodded slowly.

Tao Guosheng walked back to his room, turned around, called Yi Jin who was about to knock on the door, and said, "Little Jin, they are both good boys."

Looking at Tao Guosheng's kind and tired eyes, she was in a trance for a moment.

so similar.

Similar words, exactly the same demeanor.

"I know." Yi Jin said.

Song Yezhi didn't sleep, but sat on the bed with his back against the head of the bed, his legs straight, and a blanket was put on it.

He heard the movement early and was waiting for her.As soon as he entered the door, he watched her closely.

"Sister-in-law." He called out obediently.

Yi Jin sat down on the edge of the bed and handed him the hot water just poured.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

The room is full of pungent medicinal smell, Song Yezhi is the source.Yi Jin slowly lifted the blanket. Underneath, Song Yezhi's loose cotton trousers were rolled up to his thighs, and his knees were bare, swollen badly, in stark contrast to his thin white legs.After taking medicine, I can't even look at it. There are all kinds of colors, just two ruined palettes.

Yi Jin felt more and more unhappy.

"Did you take the medicine at noon?"

"Uncle Tao wiped it for me just now." Seeing Yi Jin's brows and eyes full of distress, Song Yezhi smiled as if nothing happened, so as to comfort her.

"Xiao Ye." Yi Jin leaned forward to touch his head, and kept stroking his temples with her thumbs. Gently, her gentle and gentle side was fully revealed, and she said, "Let's change to someone else."

Song Yezhi couldn't stop laughing, and was in a daze.

He suddenly thought of something, pulled down his trousers regardless, jumped out of bed, folded his legs, and fell to the ground.Drenched sweat covered his forehead in a few seconds, he swallowed and screamed, gritted his teeth, his veins popped out, got up, and ran out of the courtyard.

"Xiao Ye!" Yi Jin chased him out.

Song Yezhi slowed down at the door, leaned on the wall and limped along the alley, feeling carefully one by one, and stopped at the corner of the courtyard wall.

There it was, that dark, messy mass of burnt marks from countless cigarette butts.Song Yezhi squatted down with great effort, the pain was beyond his ability to bear, triggering physical tears.

The ground, cigarette butts and matchsticks have been cleaned up, but the remaining fine ash is still faintly visible.

Uncle has been here, stayed for a long time, and smoked a lot.

He was confused, and the sound of lighting a match from time to time last night accompanied him intermittently all night.

Yi Jin, who came along, squatted down with him, without making a sound.

"Sister-in-law, he asked you to tell me?" Song Yezhi gently rubbed the ashes on the ground with his fingers, "Why didn't he say it himself."

"No." Yi Jin said, "I, as an elder, said this for your own good."

"Sister-in-law." Song Yezhi buried his head, his voice lowered a few degrees, almost whispering.

"If it's you, can you change it? If you want to give up sister Li Naiyu, can you change it?"