In the evening, I moved back two pots of fern and one pot of mint grass. Qiao Fengtian didn't choose the big ones, the ones with good growth, but all the small ones, which looked extraordinarily young. The reason is that raising flowers pays attention to raising characters, and it only makes sense to see them grow from small to large under your own hands. If you buy a good one, you will only have to wait until it declines when you go back.
What he and Zheng Siqi said in the flower market were almost from the bottom of their hearts, and they were heartfelt. At night, they couldn't help but feel emotional, and they had a second love in the bathroom. When Xiao Wuzi and Zheng Yu hadn't slept yet.
Qiao Fengtian was flustered by him, feeling that the time and place were more daring than the first time, so he quickly broke free and reached out to turn off the light. As soon as he turned his head, it was dim, and he could only see a small square bay window embedded in the wall. Zheng Siqi pressed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. When his jaw was sticking, he could not see even the window. .
The shadows of the two were folded on the tiles, reflected and swayed, changing from two to one, from one to two. Zheng Siqi kissed Qiao Fengtian's Adam's apple to the thin chest, and then squatted down, kissing from the clear ribs to the waist on both sides, like a mountain spring flowing from top to bottom over the rocks; Qiao Fengtian was pressed against the wall, even There was no room to step back, his legs were weak, his fingers were fastened to the tiles, and he pursed his mouth tightly, daring not to make too much noise.
The button was unbuttoned, the waist of the trousers was completely folded down, and the sense of nudity was very clear. When he kissed near the base of his legs, Qiao Fengtian felt the resistance from the fullness and the pain, and pushed him on the shoulder. . Naturally, it is not Zheng Siqi who is resisting, but Zheng Siqi's attitude that everything is acceptable now.
In his eyes, Zheng Siqi is the moonlight hanging in the sky, the least dirty thing. He doesn't care whether he is the humble and disadvantaged one in this relationship, it doesn't matter, he doesn't stick to this, because Zheng Siqi can always shine on him when he is at a high place.
Qiao Fengtian slammed his knees together, knelt softly on the ground, buried his head on Zheng Siqi's shoulder and couldn't stop breathing.
"What's the matter?" Zheng Siqi was forced to stop, hugging him tightly in his arms, taking off his shirt and kissing his exposed collarbone and shoulders emotionally, "I do, it's your words. "
"I don't want you to do this, I don't need this..." Qiao Fengtian stretched his limbs candidly, pulled out two strands of yellow bud willow from his trousers, and took Zheng Siqi's long left hand to explore his secret bottle mouth with wet water stains, " I want to see the tattoo on your waist."
When making love, Qiao Fengtian realized that Zheng Siqi's seemingly quiet body was actually so warm and energetic. Zheng Siqi's indulgence was opened by Qiao Fengtian unconsciously like turning a page of a book. The enthusiasm of the whole article, the undisguised desire and demand in the writing and walking, Qiao Fengtian's head was slammed, and he read every word clearly.
Under the restraint of sweeping away the reeds and slowly swaying the paddle to the depths, it was actually an attempt to calm down the irrationality here.
The bathroom was actually very hot, and it was even hotter when they were entangled together. The sweat on Zheng Siqi's forehead rolled down into a string and rolled into his eyes. His vision was often clear and occasionally blurred. He saw that in the center of Qiao Fengtian's raised neck, the jujube-like shuttle-shaped Adam's apple rose up and down, and a triangular groove was formed in the gap between the collarbones.
I couldn't help biting it, leaving a light red tooth print. After biting, I felt distressed, and then kissed it comfortably.
Bowing his head would make him dizzy. Qiao Fengtian could only grit his teeth and stare at the smallpox, which was a simple and dimly lit ceiling lamp. Qiao Fengtian projected Zheng Siqi's appearance on the diamond-shaped plane of the ceiling lamp, drooping his eyelids to imagine his radiance at the moment, because of his impulsiveness, he showed a completely different dazzling expression.
The tattoo on the waist has almost faded to navy blue, but the pattern is still clear. It is a bird with closed wings with a pointed beak and long tail, and it is still in a timeless style. Zheng Siqi's shoulder blades, arms, back, waist line, to legs, height is Western, but the aesthetics of lines are Eastern. It is as smooth and smooth as the outline of fine brushwork, without any stagnation, without inadvertent abrupt bulges, and it is protruding and deliberate. On this basis, the tattoo looks even more dignified and awe-inspiring.
Qiao Fengtian is like sitting on a swing, rising and falling in the warm wind.
He touched the ground with one foot, hooked his waist with one foot, and the sweat was wet between the back and the tiles, slippery and greasy, making a rustling sound. In fact, Qiao Fengtian didn't want to admit that it was the sound of the tiles. Being pushed against the wall to such an extent was already hovering at the bottom line he could bear.
His nose twitched, he didn't expect Zheng Siqi to say "I love you" in his ear, and he said it so many times in a row.
One shot is deadly enough. If you shoot so many shots in a row, your heart will be rudely pierced through.
"I love you." Zheng Siqi Tuojin, his breath was unstable, and his words were intermittent, but he could still hear a pure smile without being frivolous, "Baby Fengtian, I love you, I love you."
"Don't say it if you don't want to, just listen to me." Zheng Siqi became more and more pressing, "I love you, baby Fengtian, I love you."
"If I can't help but keep saying it in the future, will you be annoyed, don't believe it, eh?"
"But what I say is true, I love you."
"Love you."
Qiao Fengtian couldn't contain the reverberating whimper in his throat, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes and into his ear sockets. Retire and slip, and then turn deeper and deeper, and then the emotional mood takes shape, expands and blooms in the body, and returns smoothly. An indescribable complete process, like a potted plant from budding to full bloom.
Qiao Fengtian raised his head and cried aloud, no longer thinking about whether he would be heard. People cry when they are in great sadness, and they also cry when they are in great joy.
Zheng Siqi turned the bedside lamp to the darkest, and pulled Qiao Fengtian, who was sleeping on the side of the bed, into his arms. It's hot, but whatever. Zheng Siqi put the tip of his nose on Qiao Fengtian's forehead, tested the temperature, only closed his eyes for a while, and then fell asleep together.
After midnight, news came to the two of them, and the buzzing buzzed for a long time, but neither of them woke up.
The news of Zheng Siqi was sent by Du Dong, and the two added WeChat friends. Du Dong turned over the memory cards of several mobile phones and found a black history of Qiao Fengtian's former vocational high school. Du Dong changed to a Nokia tablet that year, tried the lens pixel, and took a photo by chance.
When you look at the pixels on your face up close, you can't tell where your nose and eyes are right; you have to look at the whole like an oil painting, and associate with the artistic conception - fancy hair wrapped around a chin with a sharp chin. The head, two strokes of pale blue floating in the eyes, dodging the camera and wandering into the distance, jerky and stubborn are written on the corners of the mouth.
Du Dong deliberately followed two more instructions.
- Just look at it secretly, don't let Fengtian see it.
—Or he'll have to kill me.
Qiao Fengtian's message was an unfamiliar number, and the location and operator were not displayed. The sentence is only short and concise with seven words - Brother Qiao, I am fine now.