Yizhi

At six o'clock in the morning, Song Yezhi woke up with a start.

A quiet room.

Before he could go to find someone, a big warm hand came up to him, caressing his forehead.

"Have a nightmare?"

They were all sideways, facing each other on the bed, sharing a pillow.Yi Qingwei rested his head with one hand, and played with Song Yezhi's soft hair with the other.

"Uncle." Song Yezhi slowly closed his eyes and called him softly.

Yi Qingwei put down both hands, went to embrace him, pressed the bones of the back, and stopped on the waist.

"Ah."

"Did you not sleep?"

"I don't have to get up early to go to the lab."

Song Yezhi laughed and muffled: "Then what are you doing?"

Yi Qingwei also smiled: "Wait until you wake up."

He looked down at Song Yezhi for a few times, then kissed him on the bridge of the nose suddenly, his lips stuck to his face, and he didn't leave again.

"Sleep a little longer, I'll call you at eight o'clock."

Song Yezhi shook his head, his hair and clothes rustled, and he retracted into the quilt.

From the ribs down to the hip bones, there is a beautiful concave arc in the middle.Yi Qingwei squeezed his waist tightly, fitting perfectly into the tiger's mouth.

He asked, "Have you gained weight?"

As soon as he touched it, Song Yezhi's waist unconsciously tightened, and Yi Qingwei's hand chased after him, holding it tightly without any gaps.

"For a while, I had to chew something in my mouth all the time to feel better." Song Yezhi said.

Yi Qingwei's heart beat a little harder.

The symptoms he mentioned are unresolved, heart-scratching, and unrelieved anxiety, which is a disease.Yi Qingwei is very clear, and Yi Qingwei feels the same way.

"But I'm also exercising." He paused, "But I don't have so much free time in the lab all day."

"It used to be full of bones, but now there is some flesh, warm and soft, very comfortable." Yi Qingwei pulled Song Yezhi's hand, "You want to try it too?"

Song Yezhi hid from him, but his legs and waist were under pressure, so he couldn't escape very far.Half a centimeter, was caught by Yi Qingwei.

"What am I trying, I can feel it every day."

"Can you touch it every day?"

Song Yezhi went to explore Yi Qingwei's waist, wanting to pinch his flesh, but touched his hard abdominal muscles, he had no choice but to hug him too, standing still, without any other movements.

The dark gray quilt covers them, and the temperature underneath rises, warm and hot.The two hearts were ironed together by this heat.

For such a short few minutes, they tacitly kept silent.A narrow universe, a narrow world, a narrow room, a narrow bed, being imprisoned here, two people lost a lot of things, only keeping their torso, limbs, heartbeat, breathing, entanglement, and hugging each other.

"What did you dream about just now?" He lowered his head and looked for Song Yezhi's face.

Song Yezhi was silent for a while, then popped his head out from under the quilt, raised his face, and suddenly settled accounts with him: "You told me not to wait for you before."

"Do you still have that paper?"

"It's gone, it's shredded and thrown away."

"You definitely won't lose it, find it out and let me see."

"lost."

"Really?"

"real."

Yi Qingwei propped up his arms, and was about to turn over and get out of bed: "Okay, Song Yezhi, you will be in trouble if I find it."

Song Yezhi dragged him back.

"Okay, I'll get it."

"I'll turn on the light for you."

"Don't drive." Song Yezhi stood at the end of the bed, turned his head, a little fiercely, "Don't look at it either."

Yi Qingwei suppressed a smile and accepted it.

He got out of bed, squatted and groped in front of the bookcase for a while, and came back with a small flat piece of white paper between his fingers.Turn on the light, hold it in both hands, stand beside the bed, and spread it out in front of Yi Qingwei.

"Look. There's something to see."

Yi Qingwei sat cross-legged on the bed, hooked his long arms, and pulled him into his arms.Passing his arms under his armpit, he embraced him from behind, took the note from Song Yezhi's hand, and said seriously: "Look at the second line."

"Don't wait for me"

Behind the ears, side of the neck, armpits, waist.In one gesture, Yi Qingwei filled Song Yezhi's sensitive spots, his heart trembled, and the surface of his skin was covered with fine electric currents.

"I'm watching." Song Yezhi said.

"At that time, what I wrote was—"Wait for me". Later, I thought about it several times. I was afraid that I would die, but you could really wait for me forever. I added the word "don't" in front, so the two The lines are not aligned." He kissed his white and tender earlobe, "I think, if you die, you will die, so you don't need to drag you down. If you don't die, I will find you as soon as you come out. It must make you sad, so I have to tell you immediately. sorry."

Yi Qingwei said: "I'm here to apologize, forgive me, okay?"

After Song Yezhi listened, he was stunned, and his round fingernails scratched the two lines of words, and kept smoothing the paper.She didn't speak for a while, then turned around, knelt down and hugged him.

He realized that their suffering was connected.When one is tortured, the other cannot escape.Yi Qingwei received the unspeakable part.

Song Yezhi felt pain, he whispered: "Don't say that word, you will be safe forever."

"I also hid a note you wrote to me." Yi Qingwei said.

Song Yezhi thought for a while, straightened his waist, and was very sure: "I haven't written you a note."

"Yes, I also put it on the bookcase in my bedroom. Next time you go, I'll show you."

go next time.

Song Yezhi collapsed, knees folded, lazily, sleepily, sitting on the bed.

"Uncle, can I still go to your house?"

"Why can't we go?"

"Sister-in-law knows I like you."

Hearing these four words, Yi Qingwei couldn't hold back his smile, he nodded: "Yeah."

"Then how do I go?"

"Really." Yi Qingwei said, "She also knows that I like you."

"My brother also knows."

"My dad knows too."

"Uncle Song also knows."

"Uncle Tao knows too."

"Shen Le knows it too."

"Shen Leji's parents also know about it."

"Even Ian Wu knows."

It's over.Song Yezhi stayed there, completely dead.

Yi Qingwei laughed out loud, and crawled closer to look at him: "Scared?"

He spread his legs apart, knelt on both sides, and sat Xu Xu on the waist of Song Yezhi, leaning over to kiss his lower lip.

"They only know that I like you, and I didn't say anything else."

"You left that day to do this."

"correct."

"Did Grandpa Yi scold you? Did they make things difficult for you?"

"No. Everyone likes you very much and protects you. Yi Enwu wants to rob you."

"Really?"

"Really, I turned him down for you later."

Song Yezhi also laughed: "What, I didn't ask this."

"Really, they all praise me for my good eyesight."

Yi Qingwei pressed harder and harder as he got closer, and slowly fell down, pressing Song Yezhi under him, and pushed him down on the bed.

Song Yezhi was still rational, patted him on the shoulder, and shouted indistinctly: "Paper! Crumple my paper!"

Yi Qingwei lifted his body slightly, gave him some space, and sighed: "That's my paper."

Song Yezhi got out from under him: "If you give it to me, it's mine." Get off the bed, walk to the bookcase, and finally turn to look at him, "Lie back, don't look at me."

"What? Let me not let you see?"

Song Yezhi stopped answering, and took advantage of Yi Qingwei's speaking time to block the note with his body, and wanted to put the note back.

Yi Qingwei stood up, stretched out his head, and took a full look at the box in front of Song Yezhi and what was inside the box.

He searched for slippers for a long time, but he didn't find them, so he walked to Song Yezhi's bare feet and squatted down in front of him.

Song Yezhi hid the box behind him, like a small animal protecting food.

"It's useless, I've seen it all." Yi Qingwei said.

"Pretend you didn't see it, it's so embarrassing."

Yi Qingwei grinned sullenly.

"Uncle."

"Okay, I'm sorry." Yi Qingwei rubbed his face with both hands, "Sorry, I'm so happy."

Yi Qingwei carried the box onto the bed, and the two of them watched it around.

"Uncle, the box is very dirty."

"It's okay, it's not dirty."

"What about your cleanliness?"

"Just change the sheets after reading."

Song Yezhi nodded, since he was going to work anyway, Yi Qingwei had to change.

"Why are necklaces and bracelets never worn?"

"I'm afraid they will change color after wearing them for a long time, and I can't bear it."

"It doesn't matter, I'll wear it if I buy it for you." After finishing speaking, Yi Qingwei remembered something about Chen Zhima rotten millet, glanced at the man's wrist and neck, and said, "Don't wear it if someone else gave it to you."

"What's the matter with these two pens?"

"One was given to me by you."

"I know, what about the other one?" Yi Qingwei had already taken them apart.

"Do you remember that time I went to your house to return books?" He added details, "I also brought chocolates, and you and my sister-in-law were making puffs."

"remember."

"I bought the pen on the way, but I couldn't give it away. Sister-in-law was talking about your high school. My gift collided with the girl who likes you."

On the other side, Yi Qingwei collected another note and read it out, laughing as he read it: "On February 1996, 2, presented to Yi Qingwei—a failure."

Feeling ashamed, Song Yezhi covered Yi Qingwei's mouth, but when he couldn't reach it, he turned to cover his own ears.

After reading, he became more serious and called out, "Song Yezhi."

"Ok?"

Yi Qingwei hooked Song Yezhi's collar, pulled it over, and gave a loud suck on his lips.

"you are so cute."

So cute that you want to swear.

"Can I read the diary?"

"No more."

"Look."

"Uncle."

"Okay, don't look at it."

There are not many objects and they are very miscellaneous. Picking them up one by one drags the two of them into the long years, drowning and unable to get out.

In the sky, the rising sun dyed the clouds completely red, and here, Song Yezhi's face was completely red, and his mouth was also completely red.There was one last thing left, which was pressed at the bottom of the box, and Yi Qingwei carefully invited it out.

A painting, hand-painted in pastel colors.

There is snow in the sky, there are dead trees in the courtyard, and there are some snow-covered fallen leaves on the ground, and the two brown wooden doors are open.A man stood in the door, with warm eyes, wearing a gray coat, and holding a long black umbrella in his hand.The man's waist was straight, his back was slightly bowed, and his posture was calm, letting the hem of his clothes and scarf flutter in the wind.The clothes are stained with white snow, and the black umbrella is half closed.

Behind, outside the courtyard, on the horizon, there are towering mountains, the only bright and soft green in the gray tone.

There is no verdant scenery in Beijing in winter.

Song Yezhi painted the best mountains he had ever seen in his life.

"This was originally intended to be sent to you, uncle."

"and after."

"I was one step too late, sister Yu Shiying sent you a picture."

Yi Qingwei stroked the painting with his hands, undulating with the lines outlined by Song Yezhi, his gaze and mood calmed down.

"At that time, as soon as I entered the door, you looked up at me quietly, didn't you?"

"Looked."

"When did you draw it?"

"The first semester, just a few days before school starts."

"Song Yezhi, you've got your thoughts at that glance."

"I do not know."

He said.

"But I can't forget that when I pick up a pen, it will always be that scene."

Yi Qingwei covered his eyes with his arms, smiled, and fell down limply, and the flimsy quilt caught him, also limply.Like the clouds that are floating in summer, and like the snow that has fallen in winter.

"Song Yezhi, come up." He was lying on his back.

"what?"

"Hug." Yi Qingwei mouthed, but did not make a sound.

Yi Qingwei forgot that there was a wound on his chest, and it hurt a little, but he didn't change his face, his eyes drooped, and he kept looking at the person lying on him, smiling, bewildered.

Song Yezhi was embarrassed by being stared at, and asked again: "Why?"

"I do not know either."

He said.

"Kiss me."

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Chapter 57, I was supposed to remind, highlighting "Write in two lines, the first word is not aligned."... I don't know why I didn't save it at that time, it seems to have forgotten?