One Branch [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 18 It doesn't matter if it hurts

When he got into his sleeping bag, his cell phone vibrated inside his clothes. Song Yezhi ignored it and lay down neatly. Then it vibrated again. Song Yezhi freed his hands and took out his cell phone to check. There were two text messages.

Yi Qingwei came into the tent with his back bent, and seeing Song Yezhi already lying down, he asked, "Are you cold?"

Song Yezhi shook his head: "It's not cold."

He shifted his gaze back to the phone screen.

"Please contact mom more often in the future, okay."

Song Yezhi turned over, a puzzled look on his face, and clicked on the previous one.

"Your father and I divorced in March."

——Why should the hair be divided into two parts? Song Yezhi thought.

——This is the first time Jin Min has taken the initiative to talk to him since he came to Beijing. Song Yezhi thought again.

——He was awarded to Song Jun.

——Or maybe they didn't even go to court, and everyone sat down calmly to agree on who would own the house, who would own the shares, and who would own Song Yezhi, and then they parted ways.

The screen went dark, and Song Yezhi turned it on again. It went dark again, and then he turned it on again. He had read that line of words so many times that he didn't recognize the word "mother".

Yi Qingwei asked again: "Cold?"

Song Yezhi checked the two messages and pressed the "Delete" button.

"Are you sure you want to delete?"

Song Yezhi felt a little cold at this time and said, "A little bit now."

"My hands are shaking." Yi Qingwei moved and said, "Come here, share a sleeping bag with me."

Song Yezhi threw his cell phone aside and crawled over to squeeze in with Yi Qingwei.

"Uncle, did you wear perfume today?"

Yi Qingwei said: "Even if I sprayed it, I would be almost smoked by the smell of barbecue."

Song Yezhi sought confirmation, and his right hand climbed upwards like a growing vine, gently hooked Yi Qingwei's neck, tilted his face up, and moved closer.

Yi Qingwei's hand on Song Yezhi's shoulder suddenly tightened, but he didn't retreat or give in. The side of his neck was hot and cold, it was Song Yezhi's breath. It was only a tense moment, and Yi Qingwei's hand loosened, but the numbness from the side of his neck to the back of his head could not be eliminated.

He pinched the back of Song Yezhi's neck: "You're like a little pervert, what are you smelling?"

"Do you like this scent? You always wear it."

"It smells good, don't you like it too?" Yi Qingwei put his arm around him, hugged him tightly, and warned him, "Don't attack my neck next time. I almost beat you up."

Of the five senses of a person, the sense of smell has the longest memory. But Song Yezhi was afraid of making a mistake, so he wanted to find this fragrance, buy it, and give it to Yi Qingwei.

It is also his intention to cater to the other party's preferences.

Song Yezhi stretched out his fingers and scratched the side of his neck again, gently, without any mischief, just like a idle prank. He said: "You have to get used to it. What if your neck becomes a soft spot?"