Zheng Hanweng is a prosperous and prosperous old man. He has never been particular about it. No literate person looks like he should be. Looking at it horizontally and vertically, he can't see that he can write with a good soft pen. He also studied bronze wares in the city museum. He specialized in playing with pots and cauldrons.
The relationship between Zheng Siqi and him is difficult to define, whether it is good or bad. When Zheng Siqi was young, Zheng Hanweng thought that he was ignorant and incompetent; in recent years, people have sunk, and Zheng Hanweng thought that he was too prudish. Apart from finding an iron job and having a good daughter, Zheng Siqi didn't do a few things that made Zheng Hanweng happy.
A typical Chinese-style family paradox, they lead each other in a silent father-son relationship that is neither salty nor bland, and jokes are occasionally made, but they are hardly spoken. There seems to be an omen of a trend that will break down in an instant, but they both know that this emotional blood is thicker than water, and it is not as weak and uncontrollable as imagined.
"Hello, uncle, my name is Qiao Fengtian." Qiao Fengtian unconsciously put his hands behind his back, pursed his lips and smiled, "Mr. Zheng's friend, I came here without saying hello. I'm bothering you."
Zheng Siqi laughed behind him, seeing that the snow-white neck on Qiao Fengtian's white collar was straight. Yes, he's neither humble nor arrogant, and he won't say anything if he doesn't stumble and feel guilty, and he will fall off the chain when he comes up.
"Hey, when you see my eyes are dim, I open my mouth and talk nonsense." Zheng Hanweng smiled, raised his hand and raised a small shovel and hurriedly gestured into the house, "Come on, it's hot, go into the house and drink some water, don't sit in the yard. , there are many mosquitoes here."
Qiao Fengtian looked back at Zheng Siqi.
"Let's go, I'll make you a pot of Longjing in the room." Zheng Siqi pushed Qiao Fengtian's shoulder forward, "Usually the old man is reluctant to drink it."
"Hey, yes, use my purple sand pot." Zheng Hanweng made a specious circle in his hand and pointed at Zheng Siqi, "The one on the foot cabinet in the living room, the one your uncle gave me, do you know?"
"I know, you can't wait to use it as a family heirloom." Zheng Siqi opened the screen door, turned his head and asked Zheng Hanweng, "Aren't you coming in on a hot day?"
"You two go first, your sister led the jujube to the vegetable market in the morning, and the watermelon and sour plum soup is stored in the refrigerator." Zheng Hanweng pressed down on the brim of his hat, "It hasn't rained for a few days, that Hu Pilan watched It's all dry and I'm here to turn the soil."
"Hey, Dad." Zheng Siqi remembered something after hearing this, and reached out and patted Qiao Fengtian's shoulder, "Just in time, I'll bring you a professional breeding consultant today."
Qiao Fengtian was stunned by the screen door and wanted to say, "Don't listen to him."
"Who is it? Your friend?" Zheng Hanweng squatted down beside the row of bamboos and put a ponytail under his buttocks, "Do you do this?"
"That's not true, but it's not inferior to professionalism." Zheng Siqi winked at Qiao Fengtian and smiled lightly, "You can come and give guidance to the old man, and I will find you a straw hat. "
Qiao Fengtian turned his head and bared his lower teeth, calmly lip-mouthing at him - pit me.
Zheng Siqi blinked slowly - how dare you.
Zheng Hanweng's tiger skin orchid is particularly bad, the leaves are wilting and wishing to roll up, it looks oily but the color is not good, and there is a layer of withered light yellow in the green. Qiao Fengtian guessed that the old man did not break the ground when he bought it from the flower market, and he dug a hole into the ground. Good light, planted in the shade of moso bamboo, naturally yellowing.
Qiao Fengtian diligently helped to break the ground and moved the excavated tiger pilan forward. This thing is as delicate as a human being, and there should be a gradual process, and it can't be dragged directly into the sun at a moment's notice. Use a tin leather pot to hold the clear white water in the bucket, add some nutrients, shake it well and pour it on.
About touching is an illusion. After playing with it like this, Zheng Hanweng looks more sullen than before, and looks a lot more charming and lively.
Qiao Fengtian washed the dirt on his palms and entered the study.
"It's over?" Zheng Siqi put the books in his hand back on Zheng Hanweng's full bookshelf, picked up the water cup beside him and handed it over, "Drink some water first, my cup."
Qiao Fengtian walked over with his hands up, flicked his fingers in front of him, splashed the mercury on Zheng Siqi's face, and he didn't have time to hide.
"Ho." Zheng Siqi closed his eyes, took off his glasses, and wiped the tip of his nose with a damp touch, "It's all in your mouth."
Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but laugh, "Is it cool?"
"More than that, my heart is flying." Zheng Siqi put the glasses back on the bridge of his nose, stretched out his hand and dragged the person to his side, "I think you are about to learn badly."
Qiao Fengtian patted his hand off the ring, "Do you think I'm so cute? If I really let myself go, the character design would have collapsed in front of you long ago."
"I like it all." Zheng Siqi's face was not blushing or his heart was beating, and he continued to stretch out his bracelet without giving up.
Qiao Fengtian took a sip from the cup and shivered maliciously in his arms.
Otherwise, it's a father and a son, there is always something that is tacitly similar. The layout, style, and even the so-called temperament of Zheng Hanweng's study are the same as Zheng Siqi's. There are warm auxiliary lights in the cold main color, and there are escapes outside the order in the stable space pattern.
Qiao Fengtian looked around for a week and was first attracted by the two framed calligraphy on the wall.
One in regular script reads "Plum and Yellow Rain", and one in official script reads "Remnant Rainbow Harvests Rain". In contrast, clerical script is difficult to practice, it pays attention to the twists and turns of the silkworm head and swallow tail, and it is a test of the skill of man's wrist. If Jinghong, it is more in line with public aesthetics.
They are all well written, but they are not signed privately.
There must be an old-fashioned iron three-leaf ceiling fan humming on the ceiling, and the study was filled with the smell of ink mixed with red sandalwood. The first floor was damp and smelled slightly bitter and damp. Qiao Fengtian was called in by Zheng Hanweng first to enjoy the cool air, and others were still in the courtyard to take care of it for a while.
Zheng Siqi put his five fingers into Qiao Fengtian's five fingers, "Which one do you think looks good?"
Can't tell, I don't understand. Qiao Fengtian pondered for a while, then shook his head truthfully, "I can't tell, it looks good anyway, I can't write it in my life."
"You have to choose one." Zheng Siqi continued to ask, "I wrote one of them."
"Really?" Qiao Fengtian turned his head to look at him, "Won't you be angry if I didn't choose the one you wrote?"
"I will be born, I will definitely be born." Zheng Siqi nodded firmly, "You can only be my brainless bragging for the rest of your life, and I'm not happy with anyone else."
"Why are you so careful?" Qiao Fengtian knew that he was joking, and looked back at the two words on the wall, pretending to be serious, "I think... Meizi Huang Shiyu looks good."
"How to say?"
"If you want to ask me about brushwork or ink rhythm, I can't tell you at all." Qiao Fengtian stared at the last stroke of the "rain" character that was moving slowly, "but I don't think it's rigid, it follows the rules, and it's very ... Casual, but in fact there are methods and sequences that I can't see, it looks calm and relaxed, quite similar to you, and it looks very comfortable."
Zheng Siqi smiled, "You're quite professional when you praise people, and you praise people as well, without delay on both sides."
"Then you say I chose the right one?"
"Yes." Zheng Siqi nodded, raised his hand and hooked his chin, "Congratulations on your betting, and holding the right place."
Zheng Siqi didn't tell the truth, he actually wrote the two pictures. Lishu was written at the age of ten, Zheng Hanweng stood with a piece of granite behind his back, forcing Zheng Siqi to study, his mind was a little frizzy, and the board fell on his butt; Xingkai was written at seventeen, after Zheng Siqi failed the first college entrance examination, Yichuan tobacco is full of wind in the city, full of disappointment and confusion.
In comparison, Zheng Siqi really put his mood into the picture that Qiao Fengtian liked, and every stroke was a short sigh that he couldn't see the way forward and insisted on moving forward.
At that time, Zheng Siqi's lifelong drive and paranoia were almost used up. He refused to take a specialist course, refused a job in a museum that Zheng Hanweng asked someone to find, and refused to go to the north for an internship. At that time, there was a carrot-like goal hanging in front of me, and then it disappeared out of thin air. The cramps and bones, and the breath that was saved, also faintly slackened.
Qiao Fengtian is his other carrot, which has grown into a bunch of grapes, more sweet and sour, and taught him to like it more. After asking and getting what I want, I want to bury these seeds in the soil for the first time, and look forward to next year, today, for a long time, and in the future.
"What did the old man say to you?"
Zheng Siqi held Qiao Fengtian in his arms and patted the back of his head. In the study, a layer of blackout curtains was drawn, and the inside could not be seen clearly, and the outside could not be seen.
"It's nothing, just ask me what I do, how old are I, how did I know you, Balabala, it's all gossip. Uncle Zheng... He's very kind and enthusiastic. It's different from what I imagined."
"That means he likes you quite a bit." Zheng Siqi laughed in his ear, "You didn't see him chasing me in the yard before, he was more enthusiastic and different from what you imagined."
"What's the matter?" Qiao Fengtian didn't dare to hug him too tightly, for fear that it would be too late to separate in case of an accident. "When my grandma chased me and my brother to fight, it was different."
"We are so miserable, we have been devastated and grown up."
Unfortunately, I am not as good as you. I pretend to be deep, I am not as strong as you, and I have watched the rain and the wind through my teeth.
"... Maybe I have to talk about this, but I can't tell the old man. His heart and lung function are not good. I can't let him take risks because of this, can I?"
"En." Qiao Fengtian nodded without thinking.
"Do you feel wronged?"
"Not at all." Qiao Fengtian shook his head again.
"Fengtian." Zheng Siqi sighed briefly, tightened his arms, hunched over and put his chin on Zheng Siqi's shoulder, "If other people know you well, but they can't, I think they can understand. already."
It was like a tongue twister, but Qiao Fengtian understood it very clearly.
He wanted to say that if a person knows how hot or cold he is when drinking water, it is enough for you to know this kind of thing, and you don't need to show it to others.