One Branch [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 6 Itch

Tall, with a fair complexion and a dull expression, this was the first time Song Yezhi met Shen Lejie. Shen Lejie treated him as a person of the same age, shook hands with him, and introduced himself. After sitting down, he hardly spoke except when he served food to Zhao Huan and responded to the elders.

At this dinner, I also met Yi Jin, Mr. Shen, and Shen Lejie's parents for the first time. Yi Jin was about 35 years old, with beautiful and heroic features, and was a smart and capable woman; Mr. Shen was generous and talkative, and in good spirits; Shen Lejie's parents were very loving, kind and gentle, and Shen's mother especially loved to laugh.

The atmosphere was very harmonious. After a few chopsticks of food, everyone would raise their glasses to toast. After the meal, there were a lot of leftovers, but a lot of wine was drunk. The porcelain cups collided, and they drank it all in one gulp. They put down their cups, pulled out their chairs, and put their chopsticks back together.

The box was bustling with activity. No matter what was being done, there was always a lot of noise and laughter.

As the glasses clinked, Song Yezhi lowered his eyes to look at the wine, the surface of the cup was slightly rippled, and the light from above shone down on him, like a broken white moon.

Song Yezhi thought he would meet Yi Qingwei today, but he didn't.

Zhao Huanyu said that Yi Qingwei was studying medicine and was busy with his internship. It was an unfortunate coincidence that when Song Lao called him, Yi Qingwei had already gone to the hospital, so he was absent.

After the meal, the elders were still chatting and having a great time, especially the three old people, who had reunited after a long time and were drinking and talking happily. Children were also allowed to drink at the dinner table today, and Song Yezhi followed the frequency of raising his glass and drank a full cup of white wine. When I first drank it, I only felt spicy on my tongue, but now my face is getting hotter and hotter, and I feel a little dizzy.

Song Yezhi touched Zhao Huanyu's arm and said he was going to the bathroom. Zhao Huanyu was still lowering his head to take the last two bites of rice in his bowl, nodding and saying "hmm" in this position.

In the bathroom, Song Yezhi only washed his hands and patted his face with his wet hands. He leaned close to the mirror and looked at his face. His face was wet, but his cheeks were still flushed, his lips were red, and his eyes were red.

There was a small courtyard at the entrance of the restaurant, planted with flowers, plants and trees. After coming out of the bathroom, Song Yezhi did not rush back to the private room, but walked here to get some fresh air. As soon as he stood still, a dead leaf happened to fall down, hit his shoulder, and fell to the ground.

The two crisp and light sounds are the end of the life of this leaf, and the greenness of the year has ended. The four seasons are a cycle, and it won't be long before they can start all over again.

Song Yezhi looked up. The tree was big, and there were still a few yellow leaves hanging on the thick and bare branches that had not fallen off in autumn. He looked at it for a while, squatted down, picked up two fallen leaves, and felt their texture.

Ever since he learned the theory that "there are no two identical leaves in the world" when he was a child, he would compare them every time he had the chance, and sure enough, they were all different.

"Song Yezhi."

The voice was strange, yet familiar, so Song Yezhi was stunned for two seconds before the name came to his mind. He turned around to look at the person to verify the answer.