The snow is falling, and the night star of the Qing Dynasty has sprinkled the blue scene.
Qiao Fengtian was rushing to the night road in Luer Town. The old mountain road was muddy and slippery mixed with dirty snow. The wind was blowing fiercely, and people followed three steps and two crooked, which was particularly difficult to walk.
After pausing for a while, Qiao Fengtian felt that his toes were so cold that they stabbed like needles. Only then did he realize that his shoes and socks were soaked. Gai's anger all the way to the sky, he stomped his heels, and he immediately threw off his shoes and walked back barefoot.
He lowered his head and pressed the palm print on his face again, lightly "grass" a dirty word.
Suffering, what the fuck.
Behind him, a beam of bright yellow light from far to near, accompanied by two sharp whistles of "dudu". Qiao Fengtian impatiently leaned to the right to dodge, leaving the vast space, but who knew that the car would not leave, but stopped at his feet. It's a broken motorcycle full of mud.
"What are you betting on? It's getting dark, come back with me."
Just with the starlight with white teeth, Qiao Liang took off a broken helmet on his head, frowned slightly, and looked at Qiao Fengtian, who had a sideways face.
"I can't get mad at her."
"Then go back to me first."
"She's already said that, and let me go back? Show how cheap I am?" Qiao Fengtian raised his head, then raised his brows in a self-deprecating manner, put his hands in his pockets, and stepped on the snow to move forward on his own. Go back to you, and I won't go back."
"Hey!" Qiao Liang honked his horn again, "I'm stubborn again! And I don't listen to the big brother!"
When Qiao Fengtian heard this, he was cowardly, so he was honest, and he stopped obediently, leaving a straight and thin back for his eldest brother.
Qiao Liang took two steps forward with his feet, side by side with Qiao Fengtian, looked down at his wet short boots, reached out and touched his thin ear, which was cold and peach powder, and sighed softly.
"If you don't go back, don't go back. Come up, I'll take you to the passenger station, and when you get there, you'll be frozen into a little ice man... a disobedient fool."
There was a faint rustling in the forest, but it was clear in the night.
"En." Qiao Fengtian paused for a while, then nodded to Qiao Liang. Familiarly shoved into his warm pocket, he turned over and got on the motorcycle. He gasped at the back of Qiao Liang's head.
"Steady, go."
Speaking of which, Lin Shuangyu has been talking about Qiao Fengtian for so many years, calling him the fate of her life. The older generation of Langxi Village, Bianlangxi, Luer Town, is content with old customs and indulges in old news.
To put it bluntly, it means that he, Qiao Fengtian, is the evil seed of their old Qiao's family that has been corrupted for thousands of years.
Flirtatious, ignorant of common people, hooking up on threes and fours, slutty, psychopathic, and unable to understand life.
At a young age, he was used as a second chair to play with.
I'd love to stab someone's ass.
Just a metamorphosis.
Just a piece of shit.
There are all kinds of nasty things to say, and all that is said.
There are peaks on the Luer Mountain and valleys below the valleys. The cold wind at night made people's eyes dry, Qiao Fengtian swallowed and moistened his dry throat, and a mouthful of cold air filled his mouth like a blade.
"What?" Qiao Liang nodded, paying attention to the uneven mountain road under the car, "What? I can't hear you clearly."
"I said - don't worry about the little five son's going to elementary school."
"What am I in a hurry?"
"Uncle's!" So angry that Qiao Fengtian held his brother's neck, he slammed back.
"Hey don't move..."
"I said! Little five! It's about going to primary school! Don't worry! I'm looking for the director of the primary school affiliated to Lee University! Just pay the sponsorship fee!"
This time I heard it clearly, the car also slipped out into a hidden gully, and the two jumped up along with the body.
The fifth son is Qiao Shanzhi. Qiao Liang's son, Lin Shuangyu's eldest grandson, and Qiao Fengtian's nephew. The family held it in their hands for fear of falling, and held the baby bump in their mouth for fear of melting.
"Little Five" actually has no special meaning.
"Five" is linked to "blessing", and the lottery is good. Lin Shuangyu despises the country's livelihood policy, and Baba hopes that the couple will have five big fat boys, so he simply uses "five" as a good grandson's nickname. But who knew that Qiao Liang's second cub's seeds had not been sown into her daughter-in-law's one acre of soil, and people patted their buttocks and ran away with them.
The money was not taken away, and I didn't save a few cents. The son also let go of it.
Lin Shuangyu cried and screamed for half a month, calling the number of people in Li Xiaojing's ancestral tomb to be uncountable, and scolded him inside and out like a car wheel. The pots and pans that went to her mother's house were smashed to a pulp, so she was about to go to the house to demolish the beams, forcing her in-laws to kowtow and confess their guilt.
Several family members were begging the Lord to tell her for milk, so that the old man would not look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face. Just like that, he clenched his teeth and swallowed his anger.
Later, it was half a night without sleep, a bitch with a closed mouth and a long bitch and a short bitch. After tossing with Father Qiao, half of his eyebrows were whitened, and his blood pressure rose again, and Lin Shuangyu was so frightened that he kept silent.
Qiao Fengtian didn't like to see his sister-in-law who was full of weird faces with tricky calculations on her forehead.
Xiao Wuzi doesn't really look like Qiao Liang. The facial features are more like Qiao Fengtian, especially when he was born, he raised his eyebrows very strikingly.
Like a charcoal pen, I smeared the top two strokes on Bai Jing's face. Like a deep rut in Yingxue, like a shadow of sword light under the bright moon, looking at one's heart and mind, it actually looks cold and awe-inspiring, and it is difficult to see each other.
Therefore, Qiao Fengtian consciously loves his little nephew more than Lin Shuangyu.
Anything delicious, fun, and good-looking, I want to keep him a share. Having grown up so much, the good clothes and shoes worn by the children in the city were all purchased by his uncle. It hurts that the child is missing a mother, and Qiao Fengtian always thinks, where can he quietly make it up for him, and don't let him be wronged.
It's the beginning of the new year, and Xiao Wuzi is going to the first grade, which is already a year later than the children next to him. Lin Shuangyu and Qiao Liang both felt that Luer's primary school was not good, the educational conditions were poor, and they could not cultivate students with university education, and they were unwilling to send the fifth son to study.
However, the threshold of public elementary schools in Linan City is sky high, so how can they be swayed by peasants - in the end, it is up to Qiao Fengtian to think about it.
"The sponsorship fee is not cheap, but I have a little bit there. It's enough. Don't worry about this. Go get an entrance exam a few years ago."
Qiao Fengtian buried his face in his eldest brother's back and grabbed a pom-pom from his old coat. Motorcycles galloped into the town, and gradually became more popular, with more lights and lights, and there began to be a red cloth tent with a barbecue stall on the side of the road.
"How can I ask for your money! I have, I have enough, your money, keep it for your own life!"
Qiao Fengtian took a breath and poured cool air into his nose.
"Come on, I don't have a day of my own..."
The passenger terminal in Luer Town is a hundred square meters, and a few CMB cars are piled up in a group. The conductors with pockets all have broken gongs, teacups in their hands, cigarettes in their ears, and they don't even ask people where they are going. They can't wait to drag you into his car first.
Qiao Fengtian stepped off the motorcycle and said goodbye to Qiao Liang.
"Don't worry, I'll call you if I have anything. I'll go back during Chinese New Year. If the soymilk maker is broken, I'll go back and bring a new one back. I'll take my dad's medicine with me too. Don't go to the clinic to buy the 8 yuan each. box, eh?"
Qiao Liang didn't say a word, he just touched a palm print protruding from his cheek, and pinched the tip of his hair. Qiao Fengtian's hair was neck-length, thick and supple, with a layer of arrogant linen gold in the sandalwood brown, but it faded a little, and there was a faint gray in the night.
"You look swollen... Grandma is too much today."
"Hey." Qiao Fengtian twisted his head after hearing this, wrapped his arms around his chest, and sneered, "She? There is wind under the hand of the female hero! Break Baogu for half a day without stopping... If you don't vomit blood, count it to me. Save face."
"It's your fault that you deliberately kicked her fire."
"It's her fault that she can't accept the fact that she can't think of anything!"
Qiao Liang rubbed Qiao Fengtian's shoulder, "... I'm sorry I didn't stop Grandma, and I didn't persuade me too much."
"… "
Qiao Fengtian is most afraid of Qiao Liang being a big boss, and most afraid that he will say that everything is his fault. When he said this, no matter how big or how big the evil fire was, he would swallow his saliva into his stomach.
"Okay... let's go, be careful on the way back." He glanced at Qiao Liang up and down again, then turned and walked towards the direction of the van.
"Eat well and keep warm! You look thin again. Hey your hair! It's not good for your health. If you're not busy in the store, take more rest and go out with friends. Don't think about it. Xi, be happy, ah!"
When he was about to come, he hurriedly stopped Qiao Fengtian's orders, like an old mother who married her daughter far away. Qiao Fengtian grinned uncontrollably, raised his brows, turned back and waved at him.
"Come on, a big man is dead."
Qiao Liang stopped in place and looked up to see Qiao Fengtian getting on a white minibus that was bound for Linan. From the gap in the window, I watched his thin and narrow figure pass through the cramped aisle between the seats, chose a corner by the window, and sat down.
Only then did he frown and let out a sigh of relief, put his helmet back on, and went back on his motorcycle.
As soon as Qiao Fengtian took his seat, he hurriedly took out a palm-sized square mirror from the small side pocket of the bag. When he opened it, there was a piece of old foundation, with a pale yellow oval powder puff pressed inside. He raised the square mirror in front of him, pointed it at his left face, and stared at the red slap print. Yes, like a relief.
Sticking his tongue against the inner wall of his mouth, the rubber band hurts like a flesh.
Got bruised again and didn't run away.
Qiao Fengtian pursed his lips and clicked the round mirror, threw it in his bag, took out a hand cream and squeezed it on the back of his hand. He was slowly rubbing away casually, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a short-haired aunt in a hood and a jacket sitting opposite him, three eyes and two eyes, looking at him inexplicably.
The surprise and contempt in her eyes, contempt, rubbed into chaos, deeply embedded in her eyes half-wrapped by loose skin. As if afraid of contracting some kind of flu, he hurriedly stretched out his arms and embraced the basket that was leaning against Qiao Fengtian's feet into his arms. There was an inaudible muttering in his mouth.
The two white eyes threw them at Qiao Fengtian mercilessly.
Qiao Fengtian rubbed his hands for a while, then smiled indistinctly, moved his feet forward as if in a demonstration, touched the person's calf, and deliberately made an arc.
Seeing her wide-eyed, she moved her inflexible ass back and forth, "Oh, I'm going to die, what are you doing to take advantage of others..."
Qiao Fengtian put his left leg up and put his right leg up, smiling brightly, "I misunderstood, misunderstood, I can't do anything, I'll stretch it out. Is it in your way?"
"Oh, what a shameless thing..." My aunt picked up the basket, pouted and hunched over to change to a farther seat. After sitting down, he opened the window wide, "It's all smoky shemales..."
shemale.
Qiao Fengtian can listen to it 800 times a year, so he is already immune.
It's just past midnight. He put the hat of the down jacket on his head, yawned, his forehead was next to the cold glass window covered with a layer of mist, and he slowly closed his eyelids.
When the CMB swayed and drove to Linan, the day had just broken, and Qiao Fengtian also had a mild concussion. As soon as I got off the car, I found a paid public toilet, and vomited a lot while holding the toilet in the compartment. The spit was spit, and the calf was weak.
"Buzz."
Leaning on the washbasin of the public toilet, he patted cold water on his face with one hand, and touched his phone with the other, "Hey, winter melon."
"Oh, look at your rainy and windy voice, who has been waiting for a deep throat all night?"
"Fuck you."
Qiao Fengtian tightened the faucet, dialed his bangs, and spat hard at Du Dong who was on the other end of the phone.
"Hey, I'm joking if you don't come up and scold people." Winter melon hurriedly snorted, and sneezed loudly with joy, "You kid can relax when you go home from vacation, I am a busy little spinning top in the store. It's like a continuous rotation, blowing people's hair and blowing frozen shoulders is about to commit."
"Don't come." Qiao Fengtian looked at the mirror and smoothed his slightly messy hair with his hands, "When you accompany Li Li to play in Li Shang Lingxi, why didn't you say that I permed five people's heads? Tell me if Lu Zhichun is in the fucking contact."
Winter melon "tsk", "No, it's so easy."
"Okay, go back to the store at night and hang up first."
The phone was stuffed into the fart pocket of his jeans, Qiao Fengtian wiped the water stains off his face, took out a mask and put it on his face.