Four O’Clock Flower

Chapter 113

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In the seventh month of Linan, the stone flows into gold, and Li and the melon are sinking.

Li Li's belly swelled almost overnight, Du Dong was mixed with joy and sorrow, the joy of being a father became more and more obvious day by day, and he was really worried about Li Li's unstoppable monkey-like temperament. Watching for four hours. Qiao Fengtian reassured him, and Du Dong yelled at him to be a godfather while hurting him to watch the fun.

Mao Wanjing had been preparing for pregnancy for a year, and finally had a move. I took a half-day leave for a maternity check-up, and in the afternoon, I happily took a photo of the B-ultrasound and sent it to the teachers of the Humanities, Cultural and Museology Group. The "Congratulations" that swiped on the screen caught Zheng Siqi's eyes, and when he turned off the phone screen and turned to write on the blackboard, he broke two whole pieces of chalk. When he came back and told Qiao Fengtian, Qiao Fengtian shook his head and said nothing.

The next day, I also said congratulations, along with a thousand coins.

Zao’er and Xiao Wuzi ushered in the final exam, Zao’er barely passed the door and hovered in the average line, but her excellent composition was praised by the head teacher, so she smiled and asked Zheng Siqi for appreciation; Xiao Wuzi calmly passed the double-hundred test, A new certificate was issued, and the three words "Qiao Shanzhi" were neatly written on the paper with a pen.

The transcript was displayed in Qiao Fengtian's hands, and he almost breathed a sigh of relief. Shu He has hesitated for the past few months, Shu He has kept his strength in his heart - even if I come to protect him, the little five children are still growing in the direction of excellence. Even if it's not enough to invite credit, it's not worth it. For Lin Shuangyu and Qiao Liang, he is confident.

According to what Lin Shuangyu said, he was going to send the fifth son back to Langxi during the summer vacation. Qiao Fengtian went to the pharmacy to buy blood pressure medicine, blood glucose meter and wheelchair, and packed them into the trunk of Zheng Siqi's car together with the clothes and daily necessities of the younger five.

"Eldest sister, she." Zheng Siqi's ironed short-sleeved shirt had a deep fold on the cuff, and it was not folded evenly when folded. Qiao Fengtian kept rubbing his hands, "Would you like to talk to you?"

"I don't want to." As soon as Zheng Siqi stopped walking downstairs carrying something, Qiao Fengtian patted Zheng Siqi's back without paying attention, "I sent Zao'er over, but she didn't say a word to me with a sullen face."

General Qiao Fengtian was about to stand firm, but Zheng Siqi bent his legs and put his hands behind him without paying attention.

"Hey, let me down!" Qiao Fengtian held his center of gravity while holding Zheng Siqi's neck, "Little Five is downstairs."

Zheng Siqi didn't let it go, and let him pinch in a fake fashion, reluctant to use a bit of force.

"If two people get married, the bride will be carried by the groom." Zheng Siqi turned his face slightly, the bridge of his nose was very high, "Let me feel it first."

"It's not that I haven't tied it or carried it back." Qiao Fengtian didn't move, he turned his head to the test and smiled and slandered, "Have you ever seen a person wearing short-sleeved sweatpants to get married?"

Zheng Siqi said in one sentence that his heart softened, as if the snow was melting. No matter the outcome is good or bad, whether it is getting off the bus halfway, or deviating from the established route, when two people think about marriage, their intentions will not be false, they are sincere, and they are really ready to be together for a lifetime. It is best if you can go on; if you can't go on, it is also a result of choice that must be accepted.

But in a better state, a pure relationship does not need to be clearly defined on a piece of paper. There is the icing on the cake, and there is no need to force it.

"If you want, I'll marry you if you wear flip-flops and big pants." Zheng Siqi dragged Qiao Fengtian onto his back, "I haven't had Zaoer's schoolbag yet." I feel like I can stand on my back for the rest of my life without feeling tired.

"I'm not sure if my grandma will say anything nasty or violent when she finds out about the two of us this time. Visually, it will be a tough battle with lightning and thunder." How wide is Zheng Siqi's bed, Qiao Fengtian At this moment, it was even more obvious than when they were in love with each other. He pressed his face to Zheng Siqi's ear and said softly, "Is Mr. Zheng ready?"

"Relax." Zheng Siqi nodded, "As long as I don't kill you, I will always love you."

"Recite it for a while, another ten seconds."

Qiao Fengtian stroked the pleat on Zheng Siqi's cuff repeatedly, and suddenly his vision became blurred, turning into a bright gouache that had been splashed with water.

The summer in Langxi is clear and humid, and the sky is gradually long. Because Luer Mountain is nearby, it is still cold in the morning and evening. Xiao Wuzi is very familiar with every plant and tree in Langxi, and can even distinguish the smell and humidity in the air sensitively, which is different from that in the city. Qiao Fengtian thought that he would not get used to it for a short time, but unexpectedly, Xiao Wuzi was like a little fish returning to the water, which made people instantly understand that he was a child born and raised here.

Qiao Fengtian has always thought of himself this way, born and raised here. Even if Lang Xi gave him more pressure and pain than gentle comfort, where did the guest come from, the meaning of "township" would not change to him. Maybe he really wants to be cold-hearted and willing to bite his teeth, and he won't be so tired and confused.

The deer stands in the distance, the seasons are changing, the personnel are changing, and the green hills remain the same. Qiao Fengtian was walking down the muddy path down the mountain. When he left in the face of the wind and snow, he never thought that he would have the courage to come back alone, with company by his side and a direction ahead. To be more mysterious, Luer is like a bystander, and it is a kind of spiritual observation from top to bottom.

Lin Shuangyu looked leaner than a few months ago, but more energetic. The whole figure is lifted up by a thread in one direction, and this direction is Qiao Liang. Qiao Liang makes her try her best again, and she does not dare to collapse, so she can truly grow old without any scruples.

"You move." She knocked on Qiao Liang's knee and lifted a clean Xia Liang quilt covering his thigh, "Stand up by yourself, stand up and show them, take two steps and show them."

Qiao Liang's untidy head looked fat, the jawline was much rounded, the stubble was trimmed cleanly, and even the roots were twisted clean. The upper body is a washed and decolorized cultural shirt, the lower body is a pair of loose striped polyester pants, and a pair of pull-back shoes on the feet. He supported a piece of wooden handrail added by the bed, and he used his legs to lift his waist and hips up.

Seeing Qiao Liang pursing his lips and frowning, Qiao Fengtian seemed to be exerting force even in his hair, and his wrists were trembling slightly, visibly. Lin Shuangyu patted his hand away in time and said, "You don't need to support, you don't need to support, you see, he can walk by himself, and he walks very well by himself."

At first, I couldn't understand the strange emotions in Lin Shuangyu's words, but after thinking about it, I realized that it was the same feeling as when he asked Xiao Wuzi to show his report card to his grandma. Unwilling to admit defeat, unwilling to compete, compete, compete what I promised I will do what I promise, if you don’t believe it, you will see; I am also a little happy and relieved.

Qiao Liang's hands were half-raised in the air, and the movement of raising his feet and stepping down was like an artificial intelligence that had just been inputted into a brand-new program and had not yet fully digested and adapted.

"Hurry up, go fast." Lin Shuangyu felt like a magic trick and felt out a bare wicker from nowhere, and reached out to Qiao Liang's knee, "Don't bow your waist, just walk like a normal person, you usually How did you practice?"

Qiao Liang lowered his head and wiped the tip of his nose, straightened his waist, tried to increase the frequency of his steps, and moved forward one step at a time. Gritting his teeth and speeding up, Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but follow Xuan Xin, reached out and quietly hooked Zheng Siqi's pinky head.

"The more you are afraid, the more you fall, the more you fall, the better."

The knee that has been removed from traction needs a period of recovery and adaptation because the knee has been drooping with heavy objects for a long time. At this time, using normal human standards to demand Qiao Liang, what Lin Shuangyu said and did would inevitably seem too harsh. Qiao Liang glanced sideways at Qiao Fengtian, smiled slightly, took a breath, and continued to fumble forward.

"Let's go, go again, it's a circle after two steps." Lin Shuangyu stared at Qiao Liang's intermittent steps, and stretched his arms one meter apart to protect him behind his tall, "Come on, see that new wheelchair. Go there and sit down, and you will succeed in this part today, come on, don't bow, keep walking."

Qiao Liang's fingertips touched the paulownia wardrobe by the wall, and he flicked his hand away, changing the angle and moving towards the wheelchair step by step. Zheng Siqi watched and stepped forward, squatted down and locked the gates on both sides of the wheel, and when he held it up, he would not slide back and forth and run the center of gravity.

"Stand up, stand firm."

Except for Lin Shuangyu's repeated urging and exhorting, no one in the room spoke. Qiao Liang's slight panting was clearly identifiable. He put his right hand on the wheelchair, stopped and looked around to find a suitable azimuth angle. His left knee slightly touched the seat of the chair, and turned to face forward with difficulty. He let out his breath and collapsed into the chair. There was sweat on his forehead.

Lin Shuangyu slapped his two dry and rough palms with a smile on his face, and stepped forward and shoved the wicker into Qiao Liang's hands, "I have made progress, not bad, not bad." He gave a dark thumbs up in a comically scribbled pose.

Qiao Fengtian didn't know when Lin Shuangyu also learned such a playful little gesture.

Qiao Liang smiled at Xiao Wuzi in the wheelchair, sweeping away the sullenness and sluggishness lying in the hospital at that time, and the loving and generous look in his eyes became extraordinarily clear. Xiao Wuzi suddenly sniffed loudly, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he lowered his head and sobbed softly. Seeing that, Qiao Fengtian burst into laughter, grabbed his shoulder at a loss, leaned in his ear and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, don't cry, what are you crying for?"

Qiao Liang was even more flustered, and reached out his hand to stop Xiao Wuzi, "Come on, what's the matter..." His voice became less hoarse, as if he had been taught by Lin Shuangyu, and learned to raise the end of the sentence hilariously instead of lowering it solemnly. Go, it's kind of forced.

Xiao Wuzi stepped forward and grabbed Qiao Liang's slender palm, blinked, and leaned over to his chest firmly, sticking tightly.

"Go." Lin Shuangyu waved to Qiao Fengtian, "It's a good day, let's go to the yard to get some sunshine."

Before coming to say hello, Qiao Sishan went to the town the night before to buy fish and meat, and also bought a pot of fresh crayfish. The crayfish in Luer Town are wild, dense and sweet. There is no need to worry about pollution and heavy metals, but they are different in size, which is not so convenient to take care of. Qiao Sishan moved a ponytail in the yard, wearing a hurdle vest, holding a scrap toothbrush on his back to wash one by one, and there was a regular, fine sound in the yard.

Zheng Siqi didn't follow him into the courtyard. He leaned against the external windowsill on the second floor and looked down, seeing Qiao Fengtian squatting beside Qiao Liang, talking on his back, frowning and laughing occasionally; Xiao Wuzi is really small, and he doesn't like crayfish. In an instant, my interest was gone, and the sadness in my heart disappeared. I squatted beside the large aluminum-skin basin and watched Qiao Sishan brushing shrimp intently. Just as I was about to reach out and touch it, Qiao Sishan opened it, "Be careful with your hands, you won't be caught if you pinch them. let go."

The green hills were right in front of them, and the weather was clear and clear, making it seem both near and far.

"Mr. Zheng's vacation is early?" Lin Shuangyu brushed off the pillow on the bed, and a visible dust floated up.

"Ah." Zheng Siqi turned back, "Yes, auntie, how long do we leave the students?"

"Being a teacher is not exhausting."

"Let's divide the situation." Zheng Siqi pushed down his glasses, "Mostly tired is also a tired heart."

"Fengtian, I don't know how to change my lover for so many years." Lin Shuangyu seemed to be unintentional and intentional, smoothing the corner of the sheet, and brushing away two or three folds, "I like the teacher, but I can't get along with the teacher, and there is no loss. It's like eating enough."

Xiao Wuzi suddenly made an "ah" from below, first loudly, then depressed, as if he was embarrassed to hear that he was really caught by a crayfish.

"Actually, you are partial, right?" Zheng Siqi smiled.

"Isn't it? How many people can we ordinary people like in a lifetime? Are you determined to be both teachers?" Lin Shuangyu was also laughing, kind of joking.

"Did Xiao Wuzi tell you?"

"I told me with his half-eldest boy with uneven hair." Lin Shuangyu tilted his head and spat, "I am his grandmother, I see his face, I see his eyes, and I know what he has in mind. What little Jiujiu. Hide me? Do you think I can't tell the difference between east, west and northwest?"

Zheng Siqi did not speak.

"He, I think he's going to fight with me for the rest of his life. If you talk about it or not, let's talk about it or not, it's like my mother owes him my mother in my last life."

Lin Shuangyu raised his hand and picked the corners of his eyes, crushing in his fingertips until the little caterpillars that flew out at night and fluttered at the lamp.