Du Dong died and begged Bailai to invite Zheng Siqi to dinner, but the two of them couldn't do anything, and they were dragged and dragged to a self-service hot pot downstairs. Let's not talk about what to eat, there are few people, I ordered a Jiugongge pot bottom, and put a few plates of shabu-shabu like that.
Li Li went to pick up the fruit, took two empty trays and dragged Qiao Fengtian along.
Du Dong fanned the snow-white water vapor on the bottom of the pan, reached out for a cigarette, and handed one to Zheng Siqi, "I don't know if Mr. Zheng would smoke?"
Zheng Siqi took it, rushed down the cigarette holder and clipped it to his fingertips, and knocked on the table, "Smoke, old smoker, my daughter won't let you smoke for so many years and she hasn't made up her mind to quit."
"You are too polite to see." Du Dong smiled and turned on the lighter, holding the flame to the cigarette beside Zheng Siqi's mouth opposite, "It's good to quit, my daughter-in-law can't smell the smoke now, so I'm thinking about it too. Hurry up and quit, this thing costs a lot for a month."
"The main thing is the body." Zheng Siqi tapped the end of the cigarette with his index finger and brushed off a piece of ashes, "One day Fengtian asks me to quit, I will definitely quit."
"Then don't think about it." Du Dong grinned, "He's not that kind of person."
Zheng Siqi paused and looked at Du Dong and didn't answer.
"Hey, I'll give you an example of smoking, Fengtian and my daughter-in-law Li Li." Du Dong bit the cigarette in his mouth and drew a line on the table with his hand, which meant that the two of them were completely separated. The two dissimilar parts, "Once Li Li cares about someone and has someone in her heart, she will tell you bluntly if she doesn't like it, smoking is not good, so I won't let you smoke, you have to quit."
Zheng Siqi pursed his lips and nodded.
"Fengtian is different. He thinks this may be bad for you, and he won't take the initiative to ask you to change it. He won't let you quit, but he is the kind of cigarette that will buy you better cigarettes, and then keep an eye on it. If you are healthy, someone who urges you to check your bronchi and lungs regularly, opens your windows for ventilation, and empties your ashtray cleanly.”
Du Dong took a sip of his cigarette, and then exhaled two more from his nose, "Isn't this chicken soup very popular on the Internet recently?" Du Dong smiled, "Speaking of these two kinds of people, one called me for your own good, and the other called me I'm good to you."
Du Dong did not question Li Li's meaning. Li Li loved him deeply, and he knew it better than anyone else. It’s just that there are people in this world who love people, who are so considerate and gentle that it is unimaginable; while retaining their own dignity, they respect each other, pay attention to each other, and deliver their affection without reservation in the most appropriate way. , not abrupt at all, not hot.
This is almost the pinnacle of loving someone more than a lot of them.
Du Dong also does not know too much about the old and the new, nor can he make a horizontal and vertical comparison between people. As far as he is concerned, Qiao Fengtian is almost such a person. Not limited to his lover, but also friends and relatives.
Du Dong is straighter than a telephone pole, and he likes Li Li very much, but he still regards Qiao Fengtian as a treasure, a little one year younger than him, like a jewel. Prejudice is sand, layered on top of him, even if he is good, it may not be seen by those who understand.
Du Dong is a fish, and he also wants to peck off the sand, to break this relic to the surface of the water and let others take it away as a precious treasure. Taking him himself is also a member of the upstream in this turbulent current. . To borrow a word from Mr. Zhou Lai, I am saddened by my misfortune and angry, and I think you are a fool, and you don't know how to bounce it yourself
Now it has finally been picked up by people, this person is tall, clear, and elegant. The mood is almost the same as marrying a daughter, contradictory and happy.
On Zheng Siqi's side, he always smiled and talked to Du Dong. Not only was he grateful for the kindness of the other party to his baby, but he was also inexplicably jealous. It turned out that he was not alone. He didn't get along with Qiao Fengtian for a long time. He had Qiao Fengtian's green past, and he knew that Qiao Fengtian was good.
So after he compared Qiao Fengtian and Li Li last night and came to a conclusion that Zheng Siqi quite agrees with, Zheng Siqi almost wanted to pretend to be incomparably superior and assured him, "Of course I know, I don't need you to tell me."
"I saw you in the hospital that time, and I asked Fengtian, he said that he and you are ordinary friends, and I never thought that the two of you would be able to make it." Du Dong pressed the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray, "I don't know you, I Knowing him, I quite like dogs to meddle with mice and treat themselves as outsiders, and you don't mind me being a slobber."
Zheng Siqi looked at him.
"Fengtian's grandmother resented him for not letting him eat at the main table on the New Year's Eve. Dad was too sick to come to the table. My brother was seriously injured in bed. Lost the broken sister-in-law, his brother, his nephew died and disappeared, and I don't know if he will come back someday, but he still wants to beg Bailai to take the child away. Can you really accept such a family like a star of death? "
"You don't need to tell me, I guess I know, at least it must be a well-off level of higher education. Not to mention that Qiao Fengtian is a man, he is a girl, he is a service industry hairdresser, a A thin little guy who dyes his hair like a feather duster all day long, can he catch the eyes of your family? Will your family really not cause him harm?"
"Or a little bit of crepe crepe, as I, a rude scholar, said." Du Dong ordered another one for himself, "Can you rebuild his sense of security?"
Rebuild a sense of security.
Since Zheng Siqi and Qiao Fengtian had their first love, Zheng Siqi would often drag Qiao Fengtian from the study to his room in the middle of the night, let him sleep on the same bed with himself, hug him, and hug him. However, he found that he always fell asleep earlier and woke up later than him.
Sleeping on the edge of his even breathing is always very heavy, but also has some dreams related to reality. In the dream, Qiao Fengtian was alone, wandering downstairs in his house. Zheng Siqi went to open the door for him, but he couldn't open it. Zheng Siqi asked Zheng Siyi for the key, I don't know, he asked Zheng Hanweng, he didn't know, and he asked Zheng Yu, he didn't know. Looking for the key, he leaned over anxiously, afraid that he would be in a hurry, so he turned his head and ran away.
When Qiao Fengtian and Li Li came back with things, Zheng Siqi and Du Dong's conversation was interrupted. Zheng Siqi didn't have time to respond.
There were sliced kiwis in the fruit, Qiao Fengtian pushed the plate, and put a bunch of them in Zheng Siqi's bowl. Across a scene of water vapor, Li Li and Du Dong watched them bow their heads and whisper.
"Eat the kiwi first, don't dip it into a dry dish, I have sand tea sauce here."
Zheng Siqi took off his glasses, "I don't like eating kiwi."
"If you don't like to eat, close your eyes. Your ulcer can be cured by eating two kiwis. This is my experience." Qiao Fengtian tapped the eaves of the pot with chopsticks.
"You know about my ulcers?" Zheng Siqi raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"As soon as you enter your house, your nose is full of watermelon frosting." Qiao Fengtian raised his eyebrows wisely, "Didn't you notice that I didn't put any peppers in my cooking recently?"
Zheng Siqi's smile faded at first, then he was stunned. He was watching Qiao Fengtian and didn't let go, knowing that the other party noticed something strange, and turned to ask him what was wrong. Zheng Siqi shook his head and retracted his gaze.
When I turned the direction of the pot halfway, the temperature on the edge of the eaves was too high, and Zheng Siqi burned his hand. With a snort, he frowned and looked back, a red mark appeared on the index finger of his right hand. Du Dong hurriedly stood up and handed it over with paper and water. Zheng Siqi said it was all right.
Li Li lifted his chin and pointed to the other side of the aisle than Bibi Qiao Fengtian, "Rinse with cold water and go to the bathroom, or else it will bubble."
Qiao Fengtian dragged Zheng Siqi to run to the toilet, pulling his hand under the faucet and rushing vigorously. The cold water in summer is generally low in temperature, and it is icy on the index finger. Except for a little tingling pain, Zheng Siqi can hardly feel anything out of the ordinary.
He watched Qiao Fengtian raise his index finger in front of him and scrutinize it carefully, with clear complaints and distress in his eyes. Zheng Siqi felt soft and interesting in his heart, and also thought he was cute.
He bent his index finger, "It's a big deal, and it doesn't hurt very much."
"It's easy for you to speak now." Qiao Fengtian raised his head and glared at him, "It will definitely hurt if you use this hand to write on the blackboard with chalk tomorrow."
After Zheng Siqi heard it, he didn't speak again.
"Go back and remind me to go to the pharmacy and buy ointment. The blue jar of eye drops you put on the toilet table is almost finished. I'll see."
When Zheng Siqi leaned over and put his mouth on it, Qiao Fengtian didn't react at all, and couldn't remember to hide. When the other party posted it again for the second time, Qiao Fengtian realized the fact that "there will be someone" and quickly turned his head to hide. Kai covered his mouth, "Crazy you, someone."
Zheng Siqi hugged him and pushed him in, pushing him all the way to the door of the compartment.
"Go inside, I want to kiss you now."
Qiao Fengtian wanted to push, but he didn't think that the other party was leaning over too quickly, so he raised his hand to hug. Zheng Siqi pecked and kissed his chin along his temple, took a deep breath, and sighed heavily in Qiao Fengtian's ear. It sounded helpless and wistful, but also deeply attached. Just as Qiao Fengtian was about to speak, he listened to him.
"Why are you so good, what should you do if you run away?"