One Branch [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 1 Escape

By coincidence this year, Chinese Valentine's Day and the Beginning of Autumn fall on the same day.

There are still a few days to the beginning of autumn, and he doesn't know what the situation in the whole city is like. He is trapped in this small world, but he can already smell a little bit of autumn coming out of the restless summer.

After the beginning of autumn, it will start to rain a lot in this city.

But the rain seemed to be just like people and could not wait. It started to pour down at three in the morning today and yesterday, and did not stop at six. It gradually subsided at seven, and at eight, the sun rose in the east.

Song Yezhi was leaning against the window of the bedroom on the second floor smoking. The fragrance of flowers occasionally came in from the window, circled around a few times, and was suppressed by the smell of cigarettes. It was boring and drifted away slowly.

He counted the flowers in the garden downstairs, lost in thought, and a long piece of cigarette ash was left, which could not withstand the wind and broke into pieces, rolling onto his loose pajamas. He lowered his head and reached out to brush it off, but to no avail. He left the window sill, holding the cigarette in his mouth, and went to the living room on the first floor to get an ashtray.

After walking around a circle, I returned to the bedroom. The cigarette had burned out. My white pajamas caught the scattered ashes and got dirty.

He wanted to laugh, but his face was bitter and stiff, and he didn't have the strength to raise his mouth. He could only give a short, shallow smile in his heart - if he had looked like this in the past, he would have been scolded.

The forced smile disappeared as soon as it showed its tip, just like when you throw a small stone into a pool of stagnant water, there is no splash, and it disappears in an instant without a trace.

Song Yezhi held the ashtray, not knowing what to do next. He was standing there perfectly still, but suddenly his head sank and he felt dizzy. The world in his eyes was distorted so much that he mistook the sunlight for black and white.

He accepted it indifferently, stood in the empty room for a while, then moved to sit down at the desk. An exquisite glass ashtray was placed in front of his left hand, with a clean cigarette butt lying in it.

He slumped his shoulders, put his hands together, and laid his face on the table. He stared at the cigarette butt for a while, stretched out his index finger, fiddled with it a few times, and said softly: "You look so pitiful."

His voice was weak and hoarse, due to the smoke and the fact that he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Song Yezhi lay on the table, holding the matchbox between his fingers, and knocked it lightly, and a match fell out. He lit the match and prepared to light another cigarette.

"Song Yezhi, come here."

He paused.

Yi Qingwei always likes to call himself by his full name.

——If Song Yezhi made a mistake and annoyed him, Yi Qingwei would deliberately drag out the ending sound when calling her name, and his tone would be low. But most of the time when he was in a good mood, he would gently stop the word "zhi", which sounded very intimate, and all his love was hidden in that one word.