Yizhi

Twelve midnight.

Jim heard a knock at the door.

His and Song Yezhi's social circles almost overlap, they don't have many friends, and even fewer can visit so late.He was afraid that he had heard wrongly, so he sat still.

After a while, there were three more beeps.

Be calm and polite.

Jim ran to open the door, halfway through the run and then walked away, taking it lightly.

An Asian man.

He is tall, with broad shoulders that can be seen in the eyes, which prop up the suit on his body securely, and can barely hold it in the narrow waist.The facial features are three-dimensional, with sharp edges and corners, and the eyes are especially deep and beautiful, but the eyes are very sharp.

Not as gentle as his knock on the door.

He looked tired, with scarlet eyes, and combined with his clothes, he might have just attended an exhausting feast.There is a box of chocolates in his hand, and there is a rose on the box, which is withered.

"Hello, who are you?"

Yi Qingwei originally wanted to speak English, but he didn't expect this strange red-haired British man in front of him to speak pure Mandarin.Maybe it can't be called pure, but there are some words and pronunciation in the accent, which makes Yi Qingwei sound familiar.

His Mandarin was taught by Song Yezhi.

Milliseconds, he defines it.

"Hello, I'm Yi Qingwei, I'm looking for Song Yezhi."

Jim has never heard of this name, but he has seen this surname. It was in the last line of Song Yezhi's mobile phone address book that day.

"He's asleep."

Yi Qingwei looked down at his watch and said, "I know, I think I can wake him up."

Jim leaned forward to invite him into the room, why not: "But he gets up very angry, you have to be careful."

Hearing this, Yi Qingwei stopped, stopped walking, and looked at Jim steadfastly.

Jim said "Oh" and showed him the way: "His room, turn right in the corridor."

Yi Qingwei didn't move, and said, "You forgot to introduce yourself."

"Ah! Yes." Jim shook hands with him, trying to call his name, "Hi Yi Qingwei, I'm Jim."

Yi Qingwei stared at him, but didn't answer.

Jim had to continue to add: "This year is 26 years old."

"..."

Jim faintly felt something, and threw out the answer the person in front of him wanted: "It's Song's roommate."

Sure enough, he asked, "Roommate?"

Jim nodded, then shook his head: "Not just a roommate, I'm also his classmate, his best friend. I've known him for five years and we've lived together for two years."

Yi Qingwei frowned and corrected: "Shared renting."

Jim didn't learn the difference between the two, so he responded kindly: "Shared renting."

Song Yezhi was a light sleeper, so he chose a small room at the end of the corridor.The sound insulation is the best and the quietest.

The door lock was slowly unlocked, and someone walked in gently.The door was open, bringing in a white light.Song Yezhi woke up immediately, facing the wall, curled up on the bed, entangled with Bo.

"Jim, knock at the door before coming in, please."

Hearing this, Yi Qingwei tapped on the wooden door three times.

At this moment, Song Yezhi froze.

"Sorry." He should really apologize for that.

In the darkness, Song Yezhi suddenly opened his eyes.But even after opening his eyes, he still suspected that he was trapped in a double dream.

Yi Qingwei closed the door and locked it.

"Do you want to turn on the light?"

No one answered.

"Song Yezhi, you don't even want to talk to me anymore."

Yi Qingwei walked around, put the chocolate on the bedside table, and asked again: "Do you still like Ferrero?"

He turned on the light directly, and Song Yezhi had already sat up, looking at him in panic.

From the porch to Song Yezhi's room, Yi Qingwei observed the house all the way, trying to search for the breath of his life from every corner.

Yi Qingwei was a little jealous.

Jealousy started the second Jim opened the door.

two years.This man and Song Yezhi ate so many meals in peace on the small brown dining table in the restaurant.

And when he stayed by his side that year, he was wandering.Song Yezhi's house, Yi Qingwei's house, Zhao Huan's house, the hospital cafeteria, the emergency department office, the rental house next to the No. [-] Middle School, they moved around the dining table.

There is no time when we can see each other every day.

Fortunately, now he was in front of him, sitting in the light.It seems to be whiter, and the lines of the face are clearer and neater. The baby fat in high school has become less obvious, and it has grown up.

Song Yezhi was completely awake, but also confused, digesting the magical fact that Yi Qingwei was standing in front of his bed when he woke up.

"You made it out alive," he murmured.

Yi Qingwei: "Come out and leave."

Song Yezhi: "You let me go."

Yi Qingwei: "And then, when did you leave?"

He asked very lightly, not a question, but a greeting.It also made Song Yezhi very calm, not troubled by being pushed away again, just remembering in a regular manner.

"The courier came, the next day."

Yi Qingwei nodded.

Very obedient.

"I'm currently studying for a Ph.D., aren't I?"

Song Yezhi: "Graduated."

Yi Qingwei repeated: "PhD graduate."

"I thought you would come back after graduation, three years ago." He said again.

Such a sentence pulled out the six years of parting and put it in front of them. It was clear and clear, and it was built into a huge high wall, and no one could escape.

Song Yezhi: "What are you going back for?"

Yi Qingwei: "There is something holding you here."

Song Yezhi: "No."

Yi Qingwei: "You are blaming me."

Song Yezhi: "No."

Yi Qingwei: "You should complain."

Song Yezhi: "I haven't."

Yi Qingwei: "Then why, it seems, I want to stay here indefinitely."

From the moment he entered the door, Song Yezhi didn't ask Yi Qingwei the reason why he flew to London day and night, he just wanted to hear Yi Qingwei keep talking and ask himself questions.He becomes very passive.

Emotions were led by Yi Qingwei and gradually got out of control.

This is the price of passivity.

"Go back three years ago, won't I receive that note from you three years later?" Song Yezhi asked.

By the way, it is right to be unwilling and wronged.

Yi Qingwei walked to the bed, approached, and snatched the quilt from Song Yezhi's arms.There is nothing separating them, and Song Yezhi has no external protection, only Yi Qingwei is left.

"Song Yezhi, at that time, would you be afraid? Afraid that I would die in it." He asked.

Song Yezhi was stunned: "...afraid."

Yi Weigong was afraid, and Song Yezhi was also afraid.When doing experiments, when eating, and when sleeping, I always want to check my mobile phone, lest there will be sudden calls and text messages, and there will be news of his death.How afraid.Even if someone is in front of him, his voice trembles when he mentions this word.

"I'm afraid too." Yi Qingwei said.

"Then, think about it, why I only told you to send those two sentences by yourself."

Song Yezhi thought seriously, and answered sternly: "Because I like you the most."

Omg.

Yi Qingwei's heart suddenly softened, his chest softened, his bones softened, his soul softened, and his mind was filled with fireworks and crackling.His whole body was pinched in the palm of Song Yezhi, and he couldn't break free.

He laughed, lowly.She arched her back, raised her eyes, and looked into those two grape-like black pupils with a bit of ruthlessness.

"Go back with me."

Song Yezhi didn't speak.

"Do you want to go back?" Yi Qingwei asked again.

"I don't want to." Song Yezhi said.

Yi Qingwei: "The reason."

Song Yezhi: "No."

"Okay." He answered quickly.

Song Yezhi blinked: "You seem to want me to go back."

Yi Qingwei was very calm: "I really want to." He loosened his tie, "I remember I said that I asked you to come out to play around, and didn't mean to let you go straight away."

"Is the meal on an international flight unpalatable?" Song Yezhi asked suddenly.

Yi Qingwei really smiled, raised his head, glowing with light, he won the battle, full of ambition.

Yi Qingwei became a gambler that year, with too many bets and too many chips, waiting for a long time to make bets and suffering.He became more and more unbearable, questioned himself repeatedly, and was ready to lose everything.

Later, in the isolation ward, the moment I met Song Yezhi's eyes - so strict protective measures, so many doctors, so many identical isolation suits, Song Yezhi recognized him at a glance in six years.

Thank goodness he won.

At one o'clock in the morning, Song Yezhi was cooking noodles in the kitchen in his pajamas. Yi Qingwei leaned against the door and watched him from behind, feeling moved.His throat was sore and swollen, and the crisp|itchy feeling was rippling in his heart, trying to get more, but he felt satisfied, at a loss, and didn't know what to do.

He became that at a loss Yi Qingwei again.

"What kind of noodles are you cooking?"

“Tomato and egg noodles.”

"Only this?"

Song Yezhi stopped the knife for cutting tomatoes: "This is the fastest. Then what do you want to eat? I can do it. I am very good now." He added.

"I'll just eat this."

Song Yezhi turned his head to get busy again.

"From just now to now, you have never called me."

"what is it call."

"What should your name be?"

"Uncle."

Song Yezhi was a little reluctant when the heat in the pot rose.

"Song Yezhi."

"Ok?"

"You are really growing up."

Did not live up to any.

So I don't regret it, when I see you like this, I sincerely feel that everything is worth it.

Hearing his words, Song Yezhi murmured to himself, "Really."

One pot boiled oil, the other pot boiled water, Song Yezhi took care of them leisurely.Yi Qingwei didn't see enough, he had already walked past him with his face upright, and carried it to the wooden table in the small dining room.

Yi Qingwei followed step by step, pulled out the chair, and sat in front of the bowl of fragrant golden egg noodles.

"Has Jim ever eaten your noodles?" he asked.

Song Yezhi: "Of course, I'm the one who cooks."

Yi Qingwei: "Did he say thank you?"

Song Yezhi: "I talk about it every day. Thanks, Mysweetie, Iloveyousomuch...Jim's character is very..."

Yi Qingwei interrupted him: "Are you hungry?"

"Okay." Song Yezhi completed the words, then shook his head, "I'm not hungry."

Yi Qingwei asked another way: "Are you full?"

Song Yezhi: "It doesn't count either."

Yi Qingwei got up, went to the kitchen to get extra bowls and chopsticks, took out a small bowl of noodles, and handed it to Song Yezhi: "Eat with me."

High-end suits, cotton and linen pajamas, sitting face to face at the same simple table, sharing the same bowl of noodles with chopsticks.

Shabby, weird, dissonant.

The two held their respective bowls, lowered their heads, pursed their lips secretly, smoothed the corners of their mouths, hiding the same smile.

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Ono recognized his uncle's knock on the door, can you recognize your partner by the knock on the door?Oh no, do you have a date?