A few years later, when Zheng Yu grows up, the first time he saw Qiao Fengtian has a very vague memory. Qiao Fengtian didn't remember what he looked like at that time, what he wore at that time, or what he said at that time.
Only that beautiful hair that is not included in the world has completed her first and most intuitive and accurate cognition of beauty. Even in the eyes of ordinary people, it is a slightly biased aesthetic, and there is no way.
Zheng Yu stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch. Zheng Siqi took her hand and gently pulled behind her, "Zao'er, you can't be rude."
Dates
The big red jujube
Qiao Fengtian raised his eyebrows—it doesn't matter if you don't choose a sentence from an ancient poem. Are people in the culture such a way of "swords that go sideways"
Qiao Fengtian looked at Zheng Yu's eyebrows. At a very young age, the outline is only beginning to appear, but looking at the delicate Zhou Zheng, the skin is moist and pink. At a glance, it can be seen that it is Zheng Siqi's child.
"It's okay." Qiao Fengtian walked over and squatted down, buried his face, and exposed the top of his hair in front of Zheng Yu, "If you want to touch it, you can touch it." Anyway, he won't lose any flesh.
Zheng Yu was a little timid, looked up at Zheng Siqi, and when he saw that he didn't mean to stop, he stretched out his hand with great joy. It looks cautiously, as if stroking the soft belly of the jungle beast, feeling like it but afraid of accidentally running away.
Zheng Yu's hand rubbed the top of her hair twice, and then followed the direction of her hair to the ends of her bangs, her soft little hands gently touching her hair, like a willow branch flicking on the sparkling water. The silk-like feel made people reluctant to leave. Zheng Yu shrank his fingers very hard, and repeatedly stuck it on the back of his palm like a fool, before retracting his hand.
"...Thank you brother...Thank you uncle."
"You're welcome, little beauty."
After Qiao Fengtian finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, he was a little too frivolous, and he put the same tricks for dealing with guests into a little girl. Touching his nose a little embarrassedly, he made a gentle tick on Zheng Yu's face, "You're welcome, Zaoer."
Zheng Siqi held Zheng Yu's hand tightly, "Are you going back to Linan?"
"Yes." Qiao Fengtian stood up, "Go to the bus station in the town."
"You, are you going?" According to Zheng Siqi's impression that he had been driving all the way, he would not be able to walk to the town in an hour with only two legs. Not to mention there will be rain and snow.
"Yeah." Otherwise, do you think I can fly or what
"If you don't mind, come with us. After the incense, we will go back to Linan, which is very convenient."
Qiao Fengtian was stunned for a moment.
Although his relationship with Zheng Siqi is not unfamiliar, it is not familiar either. It happens to be an awkward stage where they can say hello when they meet, but don't know how to say hello. It doesn't seem very reasonable to walk all the way.
"No need... I'll just go by myself—"
"I mean." Zheng Siqi pushed his glasses and smiled, "You are in the car, you can help us show the way."
It was that gentle smile that seemed to be watertight again.
Since the renovation of the ancient temple of Yuetan Temple, Qiao Fengtian has not been here. One is that I don't believe this, and the other is that there is really not much time to return to Langxi.
Qiao Fengtian sat in the back seat, looking through the car window at the tall and contiguous lush camphor. The crown of the camphor tree is like a huge mushroom cloud that is transpiring, spreading and multiplying in all directions, green and evergreen. The car swerved into the narrow road, giving the illusion that it had entered the jungle by mistake.
Facing a clear stream, there is an ancient temple here. It has to be said that the believers of the former Ming Dynasty are very familiar with the Zen concept of "quiet and elegant".
"Yah!"
Zheng Yu shouted fiercely, so frightened that Qiao Fengtian and Zheng Siqi turned their heads to look at the same time, and said in unison, "What's wrong?"
"The milk is leaking..."
Zheng Yu wrinkled Apple's face, looking down in annoyance at her jacket soaked in milk, still holding the milk carton tightly in her hand.
Qiao Fengtian hurriedly took the milk carton and stuffed it into the paper pocket on the side. Zheng Siqi took a box of removable facial tissues from the co-pilot, with a bit of apology in his tone: "please, can you wipe Zao'er, I can't spare my hands, thank you."
"Okay, bring it." After picking up the tissue box, he raised his hand and took out seven or eight sheets. First, he stuck three or four sheets on his clothes like a dog skin plaster, and folded one of them into a small square. Bu Er, gently stroked Zheng Yu's mouth, "Raise your head a little bit, and wipe your chin for you."
Zheng Yu raised his head obediently, but was icy with Qiao Fengtian's fingers, and shivered softly with a squeak.
"I've got ice for you? I'm sorry." Qiao Fengtian handed back the hot steam to his mouth, then reached over and took off the paper towel full of milk on his clothes, "I'll be careful, I won't touch yours. ."
Zheng Yu laughed and shook his head, "It's okay, it's okay."
He's a pretty good boy.
There should be a good mother who is gentle, kind and understanding. Qiao Fengtian thought suddenly.
Zheng Yu suddenly reached out to hold Qiao Fengtian's one with both hands, "I'll cover it for my uncle."
When I arrived at the entrance of Yuetan Temple, I found that there were quite a few incense customers on the first day of the new year. They are all in a hurry to discuss the good luck of the new year.
The main entrance of the temple is simple and square, with blue tiles and red walls, and two small white jade lions are placed on the left and right, with splendid balls in their mouths. The door in the middle has two entrances, and the threshold is about calf high. Looking inward from the door, there is an incense tripod with one person horizontally at the bottom of the courtyard hole. The tripod was so densely inserted that there were almost no gaps, and the unextinguished red sandalwood incense was still wispy.
Zheng Siqi gave the ticket to Qiao Fengtian and asked him to lead Zheng Yu in first and find a parking spot by himself.
When Qiao Fengtian saw a female monk in a green robe tearing up the stubs of the two tickets, he suddenly remembered something, lowered his head and asked Zheng Yu who was holding his hand.
"Do you share a ticket with your father?"
"Yes."
"He gave me his ticket..."
"Ah? Then my dad isn't coming in?" Zheng Yu was a little anxious.
"No, no." He hurriedly reassured her, "That's right, I just have to pay..."
The scenery in the Moon Lake Temple is really worth a trip.
Although the yard in the temple is not very big, it is better than the regular layout, the treasure hall is clean and elegant, and the incense guests who come and go are sincere and sincere.
A tall ginkgo tree was planted on the side of the corridor, the season was over and it was already bald; on the side there was another linden tree, which was difficult for several people to hold together, which was gloomy and lush. The most striking thing is that a lot of red silk is hung on it densely, and small black characters are written on the red silk.
Qiao Fengtian was attracted and stood there, looking up at the red silk dancing in the wind.
"Give."
Zheng Siqi came in, took Zheng Yu's hand, and handed a red candle and a handful of incense.
"I'm here, believe it or not, just say goodbye."
Qiao Fengtian looked at the incense candle, and then looked at Zheng Siqi, "I, I have never worshiped this thing, I won't." The barber shop has not even offered to Guan Gong, let alone the Bodhisattva Buddha.
"I'll teach you." Zheng Siqi pointed to the candle, "You make a fire at the incense cauldron, light your candle, then use the candle to light your incense, and hold the incense three times in each of the four directions of the courtyard. , and then put the incense into the tripod, and you can go in and worship the Bodhisattva, but don't step on the threshold when entering the door, and when you worship, you must face up."
After talking around for a while, Qiao Fengtian felt extremely complicated, "Why are you so skilled..."
"It's said in the book." Zheng Siqi smiled, "On paper, I really haven't practiced it."
Because of the burning of incense, the temple was covered with a thin layer of lavender mist. Under such objective conditions, the outline of a person appears solemn for no reason, but also appears vague and illusory, with a layer of illusory flavor.
Zheng Siqi didn't really focus on burning incense, but handed the incense to Zheng Yu, watching her carefully hold it in the palm of her hand, cautiously crossing the high threshold, and leaning over her to kowtow on the round futon.
Qiao Fengtian really wanted to pay his respects, but when he really bowed, his mind went blank again, and he didn't know what to wish for.
Seeking money and love, seeking children and seeking blessings
Each of them was a common and reasonable wish, but Qiao Fengtian felt it was extravagant.
Being born as a human being without belonging and identity is like having no origin.
It is neither a substance nor an idea. But the light of the sky in the long road of life flashes from darkness to light.
Knocked to the point of cerebral hemorrhage, I didn't think to ask for anything. With a blushing face, he stood up from the futon and rubbed his knees, only to feel that his mother's money was spent in vain. Turning around and taking two steps out, he glanced back at the pale-gold face of the Bodhisattva, with another burst of annoyance—at least it’s not a waste to ask for the safety of both parents!
When he came out of the temple after dusting the incense ash on his clothes, Zheng Siqi was standing under the linden tree and talking with a kind-hearted young monk. The monks shaved, but did not wear the bodhisattva towel, revealing the green skin on the top of their heads, and wearing a sea green. Zheng Yu was sitting obediently on the stone bench beside him.
"Are you here?" Qiao Fengtian rubbed his hands and walked over.
"Write on red silk, tie it to a bodhi tree, and make a wish." Zheng Siqi pointed to the top of his head.
"You still promise?!" Didn't you just worship the Bodhisattva...
"It was promised by Zao'er just now, but this time I promised it myself."
The young monk took two red silks and two brushes from the room. Zheng Siqi handed one of them to Qiao Fengtian, "plan A is finished, you can agree to plan B."
Leaning against the stone bench, Zheng Siqi picked up a pen and wrote a row of upright and handsome small characters: Self-cultivation and family. Simple and concise four words, it looks unconventional, but also has a broad vision. The three words "Zheng Siqi" in the signature are written in one stroke, and they are both square and round, but the hidden front is slightly exposed.
A good word made Qiao Fengtian dumbfounded.
Qiao Fengtian is a turtle crawling when he typed small words, so ugly that no one copied his homework. Forget the fountain pen, but also bring a writing brush! Just embarrassing yourself.
"...Can you help me write it?" Qiao Fengtian asked with a guilty conscience.
"Can you? What do you ask for?"
Qiao Fengtian waved his hand, "It's not something shameful, it doesn't matter."
"Then you say." Zheng Siqi changed a piece of red silk.
"Just write..." Qiao Fengtian supported his knees and thought for a while, "The family is safe."
It's just four words.
"signature?"
"Qiao Fengtian, Jordan's Joe, Fengtian who was carried by Fengtian."
Zheng Siqi gently stroked the pen, and it happened that a piece of Bodhi green leaf fell on the black and slightly blurred characters.
The young monk served one-stop, grabbed two red silks, moved a wooden ladder, and climbed the trunk of the linden tree with discernment. Zheng Yu was grinning under the tree, looking very happy, and wished she could follow along and look far away.
"Now put your hands together and close your eyes." The monk instructed, "Avoid distracting thoughts and pray with your heart, Namo Amituo Buddha."
Zheng Siqi was not very honest, did not close his eyes, and turned his head to look at Qiao Fengtian.
His profile is as delicate as a work of art. The smooth lines start from the forehead and go all the way to the tip of the nose to the top of the commanding height, and then draw a delicate arc and then flow down. It undulates and stretches three times, and finally ends neatly at the position of the Adam's apple.
Looking at his eyes, it is actually very easy to think of a novel I just finished reading, Chi Zijian's "Snow Curtain". On the title page, a row of upright and square typefaces was printed - the real frost and snow, if you don't warm him up, you can't send him away.
"Hey, it's him!"
"Isn't it? Can't you see it?"
There was a whispered discussion behind him. Zheng Siqi heard it, and when he felt puzzled, he turned to look. It was three or four young girls who were accompanied by three or four young girls, holding the sign they just asked for.
"The one on the side looked this way!"
"Just look at it..."
Qiao Fengtian also clearly heard clearly, looked sideways, and couldn't help frowning.
The girls in Langxi Village are not only the second girl of Aunt Li's family, but also the fourth girl of Uncle Zhao's family.
"Hey, hey, that pervert is back."
"Shh, can you be quiet?"
"What are you afraid of, he dares to do it, and it's not good for people to say..."
"The one next to him turned around and beat you up!"
"Bah, disgusting, broken pot with broken lid, snake, rat and mouse squatting in a nest!"
Qiao Fengtian pursed his lips and turned his head with a blank face: "What did you say? Say it again."
"Say what happened to you?"
The girl's face was fresh and gleaming with a youthful gleam. She stepped back timidly, but was able to bluff and sneer.
"What's the matter with you? Joe, Rabbit, Lord."