One Branch [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 44 His Shackles

Winter is here. We can no longer lie under the tree in the yard and admire the moon.

There was no light in the room. Song Yezhi sat at the desk, the cold moon passed through the gap and touched his chin. He closed the book, opened the curtains, tilted his shoulders, and looked up at the sky.

The moon changes. It is now far away in the sky, pale and ethereal. There is no wind tonight. After waiting for a long time, there is no cloud to cover the moon. He closes the curtains in a flash.

A car was driving in the alley, and the noise of its wheels and engines made the green phoenix in the yard sing with joy.

The curtain was opened again, and an index finger was loosely holding a corner.

The engine stopped, the lights went off, the gate to the yard opened, and Yi Qingwei walked in. This winter, he put on the iron-gray knee-length coat again.

Song Yezhi heard Song Yingjun asking people in the living room if they had eaten.

"I've eaten, Uncle Song. Where's he?" Yi Qingwei asked.

"Inside the house."

Song Yezhi left the chair and climbed onto the bed.

"Why are the lights off? Has he eaten?"

"No, I read books at home all day today, and I should be asleep now."

"I'll go see him."

"Okay, it's time to wake him up to eat, otherwise the food will get cold."

Yi Qingwei turned on the light. The person on the bed was awake. He turned his face from the white wall and looked at him.

"Not asleep?"

Song Yezhi kicked the quilt away from his feet, turned over and sat up, then knelt on the edge of the bed with his head down, looking for his slippers.

"I haven't heard your voice in a long time."

Yi Qingwei followed his gaze and replied unconsciously: "Really?"

He changed his posture and sat on the edge of the bed, supporting the bed board vertically with his arms. The beautiful collarbone line protruded and extended to his thin shoulders.

Hearing Yi Qingwei's words, Song Yezhi tilted his head.

"More than a month?"

Forty-three days.

Yi Qingwei was speechless for a moment, then pointed at his feet and said, "Put on your socks and come out to eat."

Song Yezhi raised his eyes to follow his back, lowered his head, and curled his toes uncomfortably.

Song Yingjun and Yi Weigong are going to Hainan this month, and will leave tomorrow to attend the funeral of their comrade. Yi Qingwei came tonight to take Song Yezhi back to his home. Their return date is uncertain, ranging from ten days to a month, so Song Yingjun left him at the Yi family.

Song Yezhi ate the rice in his bowl from time to time: "Uncle Tao is going too?"

Tao Guosheng said: "Of course you should go. It's not convenient for your grandfather to go so far alone."

Song Yezhi likes to stay with Yi Qingwei, and Song Yingjun knows that, so he didn't discuss it with his grandson this time, thinking that it would only take a few minutes to pick him up, but he didn't even get a smile. Song Yingjun belatedly asked for advice: "Is it okay? You can stay at Grandpa Yi's house for the time being."