Twenty-nine years ago, Qiao Fengtian was born in Langxi. Qiao Sishan's ancestors belonged to the landlord class, and the composition was not good. In his generation, it was a blessing in disguise. At that time, the old Qiao family had only one red brick main house and one adobe partial house.
When she was born, she was fair and well-behaved, with a ball of pink and jade carvings, and she was not as beautiful as a rude child in the countryside. Lin Shuangyu liked it very much, saying that he was the treasure given to the Qiao family by God.
The couple, who didn't know a bunch of big characters, lit the lamp all night and chose the word "Fengtian" in the book for him.
Qiao Liang was five years older than him, and he preferred this snowman-like radish-headed brother more than anyone else. Leading him, he climbed up and down, caught fish and caught shrimp, there was something for him to taste, and it was the responsibility to take care of it for him. Seeing him sprout up like bamboo shoots after a rain, he stretches out his clear eyebrows like a flower.
At that time, Qiao Fengtian was a gentle, diligent and thrifty boy who was given a thumbs up by the elders in the village, saying that he would have great prospects in the future.
At that time, he was still very dependent on Lin Shuangyu, and he had to rely on his mother's ideas for everything.
Lin Shuangyu was working in an oil press workshop in Langxi, divided into day shifts and night shifts. Qiao Fengtian would rather her go to the day shift than the evening shift. It's better to be able to quietly wait for my mother to come back before dark, than to watch him leave in the dark.
Realizing that I am different from ordinary people, I was in the first year of junior high school in Langxi.
Qiao Fengtian likes to stare at the boy's pliable dark calf, which will grow into fine soft hair. He wants to use his hand to crush the hard and protruding knuckles on the boy's fingers, and likes the clean stubble on the back of their neck.
Want to touch, want to get close, want to break through the generally moderate safety distance.
He couldn't help staring blankly at the bunch of male classmates who were joking and laughing, and when the slight noise from the outside world woke him up and he recovered, his heart was beating in a panic, and he was at a loss.
What happened spontaneously was his inexplicable anxiety and throbbing.
"Liu Susu likes you, says you look good, you know how to look at him from the window?" At an age when love was budding and he was ashamed to say it clearly, the boy wiped a handful of sweat beads on his forehead and put his elbow against Xiao Qiao Fengtian.
"No, I don't know." Qiao Fengtian felt itchy, so he ducked back, bent his eyes and smiled at him.
"Ouch, that's sluggish. Don't you like it?"
Qiao Fengtian stared at the boy's black and oily eyelashes and shook his head truthfully, "No, I don't like it."
"Then what do you like?!" According to him, Liu Susu didn't like it either. Which little girl in Langxi could catch his eye
how is it like? I really didn't think about it, but what I really want to say-
"You are like that."
As soon as the words came out, the two sides looked at each other in silence for a while, pressing the pause button like a void. When Qiao Fengtian blurted out these words, he was stunned, and his heart followed with a "squeak". The corners of his mouth don't know whether to keep raising them like this or fall down.
"What? You, what did you say?" The boy smiled briefly, guessing that he must have heard it wrong.
"No, I'm joking, it really scared you? Haha."
In the fourth late autumn of Langxi Middle School, Qiao Fengtian, the third year of junior high school, came from Linan City to teach a team of teachers majoring in college students. Four men and three women, young and bright, speak and act modestly and rationally, all speaking Mandarin without the slightest accent.
One of them is a young man with beige pupils and glasses. He was assigned to Qiao Fengtian's class as a temporary deputy head teacher for half a year.
The young man was silent, speaking slowly and at a rhythm. Unlike the other adults in Langxi Village, who are hoarse and dull and boring, scolding people like a shotgun with a gun, shooting back and forth suddenly, no grass grows within the range; when the voice is high and urgent, it is like A live chicken being strangled by the neck. All in all, it just doesn't sound good.
He also writes beautifully in chalk, always making the last stroke a little longer, and after writing a sentence or a word, he always leaves a white dot behind with a "tuk". If the nails accidentally hooked on the blackboard and made a sharp scratching sound, he would smile and look back and apologize to the students gently.
So soon, Qiao Fengtian's hidden affection for him exceeded his affection for all the boys in the class combined. This absurd cognition made Qiao Fengtian feel surprised and disgusted.
"Is your hair too long?" In the old office building, the young man drew a neat circle with a red pen on the test paper sent by Qiao Fengtian.
"Eh?" Qiao Fengtian looked at him.
The young man naturally stroked his ear-length hair, "It's all down to the chin. Usually, I don't see how you play with your classmates. What's wrong?"
"No, no!"
Qiao Fengtian was startled by his sudden action, blushed and hurriedly retreated, a lock of hair slipped from his palm.
"You, don't be so nervous. I'll just ask."
The young man laughed. Then he glanced up and down at the old jacket he was wearing, his thin and flexible limbs that were not fully stretched, and the palm of his hand that touched the hair.
The number of young men's contacts with Qiao Fengtian increased day by day. Sending and receiving papers, distributing homework, grading papers for him, or marking the date for the detention homework of the day; if Qiao Fengtian wrote a good word, it would not make him feel so embarrassed and embarrassed. The next few Arabic numerals are crooked and indecent.
Qiao Fengtian wanted him to leave the work to others, and the young man said, "You can do it. The more you write, the better." The slow and slow tone with a smile made Qiao Fengtian's heart palpitate, and he couldn't refuse.
The young men's office is a unique one in Qiushi Building. In the deep autumn dew, the sky was getting colder, and the old principal set up a marching spring bed and a stove for burning coal balls in the office of each teaching teacher.
Occasionally, the young men put a few chestnuts with their mouths cut open, and sweet potatoes one inch in size, all baked sweet and glutinous and moistening their mouths, warming their hearts and lungs. If there was too much food that I couldn't eat, I tucked it into Qiao Fengtian's pocket, not allowing Qiao Fengtian to reject it, and jokingly said that I couldn't let the dean of the department see that I was delicious. Eat it yourself, don't show it to the rest of the class and say I favor one over the other.
After a long time, Qiao Fengtian still felt annoyed when he thought of these bits and pieces, and why he liked sweets at that time.
Home visit, going to Cong Chun's house, the young man insisted that he didn't know you Langxi winding fields like chicken intestines, and dragged Qiao Fengtian to lead the way.
"Teacher Zhang..."
"En?" The young man turned his head, and the wind from the fields and mountains under the deer's ears blew his collar.
"I want to ask you a question."
Maybe it’s because the age difference is not big. After leaving the classroom, the traditional relationship between teachers and students has been removed. In fact, some things can be shared and resonated with each other.
"Speak." After crossing a gully, the young man turned to help Qiao Fengtian's cold hand.
Qiao Fengtian is more dexterous than him, waved his hand, and skipped lightly, "I want to ask you... why don't you always go with other teachers?"
In Qiao Fengtian's impression, he was calm and distant from others. In November of Langxi, when Qiuhan crossed the border, the young man suddenly stopped and stopped moving forward. Qiao Fengtian also stopped for half a meter the next day.
"Mr. Zhang, what's wrong?"
Did you say the wrong thing.
The tube is too wide, do you ask too much
Before Qiao Fengtian could apologize, the young man turned around. The eyes under the lens suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth grinned, almost looming with a flash of wisdom and fanaticism.
"Because I'm just like you."
"..." Qiao Fengtian had never seen such a hasty look on his face.
"Just like you, I like men and don't like women. I want to kiss you and hug you. Do you know what this is called? It's called homosexuality. Problematic, psychopathic, shady."
Qiao Fengtian took a step back uneasily, and the young man took a step forward.
"What are you hiding, you don't know, I'll tell you. Men and men can kiss, hug, and make love. Are you the same as me? You want to do the same, right?"
"You like me I know, I can see it, really."
"I like you too, you are beautiful"
"I want to kiss you."
"I want to kiss your mouth."
When Qiao Fengtian was sixteen years old, it was the first time he was hugged into his hot chest by a man.
Is that so? is gay.
It turned out that he was really different from others.
That was the time when Qiao Fengtian bordered his youth, and the saddest and most joyous moments were clear and unobstructed. It's like trying to get rid of the clouds all over the body, only to find that the day has not yet broken.
During the developmental period, the pain of the joints growing every night made him unable to sleep. In his mind, the palm of the young man flashed, the gentle tone of voice flashed, the vague and uncontrollable imaginings flashed through the clouds and rain. entangled.
In the office after class, Qiao Fengtian's lust was like a scorching little fireball, burning him from head to toe. The sweaty hands of the young man always wandered and groped uncontrollably in the gap between the lips and teeth, and repeatedly comforted them. When the accumulation reaches its peak, it is like running away in a hurry in my mind, stepping on an acre of lush and fresh strawberry fields, dazzling, shining, a silent mess and especially sweet and sour.
Once the relationship goes bad, the speed at which it ferments is amazing. Such an undisclosed matter of pickling made Qiao Fengtian feel guilty and addicted to it. It's too comfortable, too satisfying, too much for him to pull away.
But when people dream, they do not consider the situation after dawn.
Zheng Siqi frowned, but said nothing. Of course, he was very clear about who and what "Master Rabbit" said.
Qiao Fengtian does not pretend to be a straight man, nor is he afraid to expose his sexuality to others. The more harsh and unpleasant words the irrelevant idler said, the more he could let his left ear go in and his right ear go out.
He didn't want to tangle with them too much, breaking up some unclear things.
"Can we go?"
Qiao Fengtian turned to look at Zheng Siqi.
To be honest, it would be a lie to say he wasn't guilty at all. All the toughness is just a disguise for self-protection. There is a lot of contempt and contempt. It can be laughed off, but it doesn't mean it won't hurt - Qiao Fengtian is a little afraid of meeting Zheng Siqi's disgust.
It is a pity. Zheng Siqi's smile was as gentle as usual, he didn't dodge or flinch, his eyes were clear, and he looked directly at Qiao Fengtian, "Let's go if you want."
"..." So calm that Qiao Fengtian wondered if he had heard that sentence just now.
"The little monk said that there are handmade persimmons sold by the temple, and they say they are wild persimmons in the mountains." As he said Xu Xu, he led Zheng Yu to the temple gate, "I heard that the taste is good, not as sweet as the ones on the market. go buy some?"
Qiao Fengtian stood there.
"Why are you standing stupid?" Zheng Siqi pushed his glasses, stopped and turned to smile at him, "Let's go, Fengtian."
At this time, on the cabinet of the temple treasure hall, the little monk pushed the bell and slammed it against the huge Brahma bell. The sound of the bell is like Zheng Siqi's voice, deep and clear, not biased by the world.
Wake up the world's fame and fortune, recall the charming dream of bitter sea.
The sudden ringing of the bell made his heart skip a beat, then nodded and walked quickly past the smiling girls as if they had succeeded.
"Well, come, come."