At the end of the month, Zheng Hanweng stayed at home for the weekend, took the phone and told Zheng Siqi to come over in the afternoon to take his daughter away, and called Zheng Siyi on the way, and the whole family rubbed together a meal. It is said that it has nothing to do with Qiao Fengtian, but Zheng Siqi later decided to take him with him.
Zheng Siqi's speech was indifferent and solemn, and there was no pressure or burden in his words, but Qiao Fengtian tacitly understood his decision without asking questions, but he was simply unsure of his words. . Like being behind him, being led by him and walking forward slowly.
It's natural to feel caught off guard, but Qiao Fengtian thinks it's normal and harmless. Today, tomorrow, next year and the year after, we all have to cross the river by feeling the stones. The stones are underwater, and the face is ragged. Stepping on it is false or true. The earlier you know, the earlier you feel at ease. Only the little five sons couldn't follow them together for the time being. After thinking about it, it was not so appropriate, so they could only entrust them to Du Dong and Li Li.
Xiao Wuzi has a clear mind, went upstairs with his backpack and knocked on the door of Uncle Du Dong's room, stretched out his small hand and shook Qiao Fengtian's, Xiao Xiao bent his eyes and showed his white teeth, and whispered, "Uncle wears that white one. Nice, I think."
"Really?" Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and touched his forehead, sweating profusely.
Qiao Fengtian has written on his face cramped for the past few days. Originally, he didn't care about who he loved as he was, and then he thought about what style of clothes to wear in a generous and decent manner. Xiao Wuzi is the least stupid. He quietly sees everything clearly, puts his heart to rest, and speaks with emphasis.
The little five especially nodded and said yes, "Yes! Really."
The house where Zheng Siqi's father lived was the dormitory building originally assigned to the employees by the Municipal Museum. Zheng Hanweng lived from the age of twenty-seven to the age of seventy-two this year. He fell in love and got married. He had a son and a daughter.
There is no road near the building area, only birdsong is quiet. The target is also tall and lush green camphor, the smell is light, especially after the rain.
Zheng Siqi nodded to greet the guard Lao He, and drove the car into the community. The two of them surrounded several buildings with crawlers, and they circled back and forth for several times without finding a suitable parking space. A few sporadic gaps were also filled like a needle.
"It turns out that the museum's treatment is so good." Qiao Fengtian opened half the car window, rested his head on the back of the seat, and the wind blew his eyelashes, "There are so many people buying cars."
"Where."
Zheng Siqi turned the steering wheel twice, planning to get the loquat tree under the water tower for the car.
"The original old researcher, who retired with my dad, passed away in the past few years, moved away, moved in, and lived in young people in their twenties, and there were more and more cars. "
People are old and sick, and trees are full of worms. The aunt and uncle who had watched Zheng Siqi go to school and then start a family, withered away in twos and threes. The obituaries in the mailroom were torn and pasted, pasted and torn, and the wreaths were disturbing. It's hard to meet someone with a familiar face, it's worth staying for a while to smile and greet each other.
"Convenient." Qiao Fengtian only understood the second half, "People are lazy, it's more convenient to drive wherever you go."
"Why don't you want Renando to block?"
Zheng Siqi turned his head and smiled at him, "Isn't it necessary to block Erli Road all the way back to the South Second Ring Road? Putting aside the temperament of others, I went to take the ones who were dawdling in front of me in the morning and served them one by one. A car, compared to an electric donkey, this is a pavilion with a window."
"Stop it, Mr. Zheng." Qiao Fengtian supported his temples, suffering from fatigue in Xia Xia, he was blown into a fight with his eyelids, and he rubbed his eyelids into three eyelids, "I'm 30 years old, if you want it yet, I'm still here with me. Son… "
After fine-tuning the direction, Zheng Siqi pulled the handbrake, pulled out the key and turned off the fire.
"When did you get the book?"
"...It seems to be the year before, what's wrong?"
Qiao Fengtian caught Zheng Siqi with his hands. Zheng Siqi held his wrist and pressed the car key into his palm.
"It's yours, drive wherever you want."
"It's me?" Qiao Fengtian followed his joke and continued, "Without this stuff, you might get up at five o'clock and go to work in time, will you return it to me?"
"It's okay." Zheng Siqi sipped on his forehead, "Which successful person still drives by himself these days, don't they all have a driver."
Qiao Fengtian broke with a puff. Before the three words "thinking beautifully" could be uttered clearly, they closed their mouths to the other party. After returning to his senses, he stretched out his hand and hooked the person's neck. Without much effort, he embraced both of them regardless of the occasion and place, and fell back into the warm car.
In the blink of an eye, June is long and people are tired. At noon, the trees are overcast and the ground is full of shades, and when I dream of a flowing warbler, there is a sound.
At that time, the car door was opened, and they got out of the car with something, both of them were uncomfortable.
Qiao Fengtian covered his hot mouth and looked at Zheng Siqi's stiff posture. His face flushed, and he stretched out his hand to embrace the man's waist, "Don't rush to leave." Qiao Fengtian paused, "What are you doing, wait, wait for you to disappear, calm down first..."
Zheng Siqi tugged and squeezed a few fine folds for him, reached out and brushed the top of his hair, which was curled up with a small lock of black hair, "I can't calm down when you hug me."
Qiao Fengtian shrank his arms back and turned his head to look elsewhere, "Don't look at me, think about it... Think about the fact that you have to hand in another paper at the beginning of the month."
"Okay." Zheng Siqi put on his glasses, "If you bluff me with one sentence, the six roots will be cleansed immediately."
Zheng Hanweng lived on the first floor. Zheng Siqi led Qiao Fengtian to enter through the back door. Three hollow low walls made of red brick and cement circled a small private courtyard.
"Take a look at the old man's imperial garden." Zheng Siqi reached into the iron door and pressed the unlocked door lock, "I love flowers and plants as much as you."
"Say, let go." Qiao Fengtian glared at him and pulled his hand back, "Don't be so righteous and awe-inspiring."
"No one's here." Zheng Siqi glanced in and smiled, "Hold on for another five seconds."
Zheng Hanweng planted two osmanthus trees with even height and luxuriant leaves in the east of the yard. On the edge of Dangui is a row of thin bamboos, the roots are straight, slender and green, and the columns are neat. Further ahead, there was another large hydrangea, which the Chinese call hydrangea, and a small lotus-colored flower was densely packed into a complete mass in the leaves.
The west side was dug into a square vegetable field, planted with four rows of lettuce and a few cabbage hearts. A handmade rattan birdcage was hung on the awning directly above, and a little canary with a red head was raised in it.
Zheng Hanweng grabbed a shovel, wore a big red cap issued by a tour group, a vest and big pants, pushed the balcony screen door and came out of the inner room, and was shocked to see Zheng Siqi coming in silently through the back door.
"Oh, hey." Zheng Hanweng raised the brim of his hat, frowned, and the two folds around his mouth stretched out, "If you don't go through the front door, you have to go through the back door. I've become a thief."
"I'm so big to be a thief."
Zheng Siqi felt that Qiao Fengtian was even more frightened than his father, and just now, his hand that was tightly held by him was suddenly pulled away like a small carp.
Qiao Fengtian was caught off guard, and still looked at Zheng Siqi's father at a glance. He thought that a researcher who would be an academic all his life should wear a white shirt and black trousers, always wear a pair of clean small leather shoes, a thin-framed mirror on the bridge of his nose, he looked gentle and elegant, and spoke in a soft voice, but in fact he was in a good mood. that kind of person. In other words, it must have been carved out of the same mold as Zheng Siqi.
Zheng Hanweng seemed to be indifferent at all, speaking in a more authentic way, he was clearly a sloppy little old man. The flesh is slack and the back is quite stooped, but his eyes look as transparent and bright as a young man, unlike some people, when they are old, they go in with a layer of fog.
"Why don't you remember to lock the back door. Sister has told you eight hundred times? If you don't listen, the house will be vacated sooner or later."
Zheng Siqi made a V from the back of his hand, and his index and middle fingers were bent playfully like rabbit ears. Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but smile in his heart when he saw it - Zheng Siqi was teasing him, comforting him, telling him not to be afraid, it's all right.
"There are really thieves in our compound."
"Last month, your little electric donkey ran on his own long legs, right?" Zheng Siqi turned to let Qiao Fengtian come in through the door, and closed the iron door, "Now there are so many people, I don't know who is talking about it every day. Dihou Ye's mansion has become a large courtyard."
"You don't lift me up—yo, who is this?"
Zheng Hanweng stared at the raw Qiao Fengtian for a moment.
Qiao Fengtian was already small, but today he deliberately wore white T white shoes and a pair of sky blue washed jeans. He learned the fashionable way of wearing young people. He turned up a pair of trousers to reveal a portion of his ankle just right. . It looks smaller, twenty in comparison.
"Are you a student?"
Zheng Siqi wanted to help his forehead after hearing this, but he really wasn't a family, so he didn't enter the house.
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It will probably be over soon. After all, many problems in life are eternal to me, and it is impossible to solve them all at once. I think it is enough to give a correct orientation for Yingyang. Good or bad, I take every reader's evaluation seriously and encourage myself. Thank you in advance for your encouragement and companionship over the past four or five months.