Life has become a streamline, gentle and ordinary, making people let go of their vigilance.
Qiao Fengtian helped Zheng Siqi get a haircut at home. Zheng Siqi's study is covered with solid wood floors, which have strong electrostatic adsorption, and it is difficult to take care of hair dandruff. Qiao Fengtian spread out the expired school newspaper of Lida in a circle under the chair. His hair was afraid of the wind and ran around. He didn't turn on the fan, let alone the air conditioner. Zheng Siqi had a bit of a stuffy nose recently.
"What do you think we are thinking..." Zheng Siqi tilted his head slightly to the left so that Qiao Fengtian could trim his temples on the right. The bib was like a cover, and hot beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead.
Qiao Fengtian wiped one off for him with his thumb, and pulled out a magazine to let him fan, "You're too lazy to go to the store and blame me?"
"I… "
"Will you push off both sides of your temples?"
"What?" Zheng Siqi turned his head and glared at him, afraid that he didn't hear clearly. Qiao Fengtian saw the marks left by the long-term glasses on both sides of his mountain roots, but he didn't let that beautiful height collapse in the end.
"Turn back and don't move." Qiao Fengtian pushed his face with the back of his hand, "the sides are flattened and thinned, leaving a parted head that cuts the parting line, and the rest of the hair on the top can be chopped and shortened. I have to take care of it in the morning, it is fashionable and young, do you want to try it?"
A few days after returning from Langxi, Qiao Fengtian took the initiative to ask to see Zheng Siyi again. In everything, Zheng Siqi was a first-timer, and his red face was also his white face. Qiao Fengtian felt that he was being overprotected, and he thought that one of the parties involved was too irresponsible. It takes two people to talk about two people's affairs, to break apart and knead the powder.
For the first time, Qiao Fengtian met Zheng Siqi's little nephew who had just finished the college entrance examination. He was as tall and tall as Zheng Siqi. The first volunteer, Lida Finance, had just been admitted. After Qiao Fengtian greeted him with a word or two, he felt that the child was calm and mature, with a degree of progress and retreat, and a sound personality without losing the sunshine. It is not easy to raise a child with excellent health, let alone Zheng Siyi who has always been single.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Siyi's attitude towards Qiao Fengtian was very good, as cordial and warm as the first time he saw him. It was only when Qiao Fengtian explained the purpose of his visit that he both begged for forgiveness and begged for understanding, that the other party's expression loosened slightly.
Both of you have decided on something, so what's the point of asking me again.
I nodded and said 100 good, you two should suffer the loss or have to suffer, at least I promise not to be angry, you two have less psychological barriers.
It's not that I don't believe in true love or not, and it's not that I look down on your things. I can't put myself in my shoes and I won't dismiss it casually. Don't worry, neither of you are such impetuous people, I understand Si Qi, and you and I can see Fengtian.
Now you want me to have no burden in my heart at all, and with a smile on my face, go to his seven aunts and eight aunts to tell people about this beautifully. I'm sorry, it's impossible. But you want me to spend a lot of time and energy to tear you apart and scold you all day long, but I can't do it.
To put it bluntly, life is yours, and I am watching from the sidelines.
I'm selfish, I just want my brother to live well.
To endure hardship, he cannot be left alone.
He must love you, I have nothing to say.
Zheng Siyi's face was stern, and Qiao Fengtian's tears suddenly fell, which shocked Zheng Siyi. Zheng Siqi didn't know whether to cry or laugh, dragged the person into the toilet and coaxed him softly for a long time before he was able to close up. When he asked him what was wrong, Qiao Fengtian also rubbed his eyes without saying anything. Zheng Siyi came in and twisted a clean hot towel and handed it to her, she couldn't hold back her laughter—if she cried, she cried, thinking that my old aunt did something to you.
Zheng Siqi asked Zheng Siyi to renew the rental contract for the next season, and found a new rental site for Qiao Fengtian in the south of his community. The two-bedroom, one-bedroom, 60 square meter, the rental price is quite high. The distance between the two families is almost as far as going downstairs to take out the trash and eat breakfast, so this so-called "separation" is almost a formalism.
After taking the contract, both of them felt stupid, and they both wondered if they had enough to eat. But this formalism allows each other to be free and independent, and it is also extremely important to better assume their due responsibilities. Leaving room is a little trick to prolong the love appreciation period.
"You don't live with me anymore, who am I going to look after?"
"The blow dryer is fixed, and I won't teach it with my hands." Qiao Fengtian put scissors on Zheng Siqi's temples, "It's good to be young, and others say that you are old cows eating young grass."
"You are waiting for me here."
"Have an opinion?" Qiao Fengtian brushed off a little stubble on the tip of his nose.
"Then you can cut it. It's not bad for me to be beautiful or ugly."
The room was quiet for a moment, the clippers humming from the wires. Zheng Siqi's left ear is especially sensitive and ticklish. When the electric pusher vibrates and sticks to it, the whole person can't help but deviate and dodge subconsciously. Qiao Fengtian put one arm around him and smiled in his ear, what are you afraid of, his tone was softer and he rustled like dandruff. The sky is like a burning incense stick, it is orange-red when it burns, and it turns blue-green like ashes when it burns out.
After a lot of trimming and trimming, Zheng Siqi felt a little nervous in his heart. He folded the glasses in his hands and put them on, leaned in close to the glasses in Qiao Fengtian's hands and squinted.
"How about it?"
Qiao Fengtian's words had an extraordinarily lovely mood, complacent and cautious.
When Zheng Siqi went to school, he only had a hair inch, which was cool and convenient. Later, it gradually became longer, and gradually asked to keep some generous and suitable shapes. The two sides were suddenly pushed cleanly, the outline of the face was suddenly clear, and the outline of the eyebrows and eyes became clearer. The hair is rough and hard, so I only cut it into pieces, but I didn't blow it back. When I tilted my head, a deep diagonal line was cut on the left side of the top of the head, and it flew up coolly. What a handsome character.
"I think if I put on a suit, I can shoot pictorials directly, or the kind for big brands." Zheng Siqi turned his head and asked Qiao Fengtian, "Is it shameful for me to say this?"
"want."
The more Qiao Fengtian looked at him, the more heartbroken he became, he couldn't help reaching out to hold his face from side to side, looking at him with fondness from top to bottom and smiling, "My craftsmanship is so good, I'm so handsome, I'm really handsome, I'm so handsome. The kind that exploded."
"Can't you like what I like?"
"No way." Qiao Fengtian pressed his nose against the tip of his nose, forcing himself not to laugh so much, like an idiot, "A hundred and eighty deer are bumping, banging."
"Do you have a long face?" Zheng Siqi pulled him over and hugged him.
"With a long face, I wondered what kind of virtue I have accumulated, where did I pick up such a handsome guy of invincible cosmos level."
The two kissed naturally.
There is a summer camp in Linan Children's Palace, and Zheng Yu signed up. When no one is at home, there is no restraint, and Zheng Siqi couldn't help but hold Qiao Fengtian and do it again and again. Bathroom to study, study bedroom, bedroom to study. Zheng Siqi was full of love and reluctance, and Qiao Fengtian held him and kissed him all the way from the forehead to the chin.
The half-packed clothes and daily necessities are scattered in the study, and the trolley case is open on the ground. Qiao Fengtian was pressed on his back on the folding bed, with one foot wrapped around Zheng Siqi's waist, curled up and raised, one foot hanging under the bed and swaying from side to side. The folding bed is always less stable than the standard bed, and when it is pushed up, it will inevitably creak, which is sensational and ambiguous.
"Why do I like you so much..." Zheng Siqi said hoarsely, biting at Qiao Fengtian's exposed Adam's apple, "it's like crazy..."
Qiao Fengtian closed his eyelids and hummed, but didn't say a word—how to answer, because I'm good? Where did the face come from saying that.
Qiao Fengtian's upper body was covered in hickeys, but Zheng Siqi still did not close his mouth, with two well-proportioned shoulders swimming toward Qiao Fengtian from his chest, "I like you..."
"I see… "
"Love you too… "
"kindness."
Zheng Siqi bit on his left shoulder. After biting, he felt distressed. He lowered his head and kissed on his teeth marks, "You didn't tell me."
"...No?"
"No."
"I'm sorry, I may have forgotten..." Qiao Fengtian's two thumbs stroked Zheng Siqi's eyes, the sides of his nose, and the corners of his mouth, "I love you too, if you love it, don't want it."
Following Qiao Fengtian's wish, Zheng Siqi wrote a letter to Qiao Fengtian quietly, a rather long letter, which was stuffed into the innermost layer of the trolley case. Xu Xu two pieces of paper, and read it again after writing, and found that I wrote the whole article with enthusiasm and nonsense. It's a bit shameful to be dismantled in person, and Zheng Siqi hoped that he wouldn't find out right away. Maybe it would be more interesting to find it out by chance after more than ten years, and it would make him realize that he liked him so much back then, and day after day, as always.
The content of the letter is as follows.
Dear Fengtian baby:
Spread the letter good.
Isn't this opening sentence a little too imprecise and neat? But you should have gotten used to it by now. I'm an old-fashioned, slick and flirtatious character set with piles of flirtatious words, right
I don't feel it when I say it, I feel happy just looking at your face, and I feel really embarrassed when I have to write down the sweet words in black and white. Thinking that I'm already thirty-six, the word "green" should be omitted from the young and middle-aged people, and I'm really middle-aged. Love came too late for me, just right for you.
Shouldn't everyone talk about the first encounter, is it an international practice? Don't laugh, I'm serious. It was late winter, and you were chasing one of my students in the corridor. Robbery Debt Collector Gang Rush? I was thinking especially dramatic at the time. And you are indeed an accident in my straight life, suddenly intruding, with fresh vitality. Even if you think that's pain, I don't think he ever got in the way of your light.
Your tenderness is also the most beautiful surprise I have ever seen in my life. You may not know it yourself. For example, in winter, you have to warm your hands before touching someone. For example, when you talk to your child, you will always keep hunched over, or if you are at home, your phone will always vibrate on silent. I don't want to attribute this to quality or discipline, I must think it's your character. Granted, I'm sure there's something to pleasing others in all kindness, but I'm also sure how soft your heart is.
What others know about you, I know; what others don't know about you, I am honored to know too.
Have you ever fantasized about fairy tales, walking in the cold reality, have you ever fantasized about it? If so, what is it like? There is no condescending education and inspection, no sharp attack, everyone is benevolent, friendly and kind. In such a big environment, you can breathe the freshest and freeest air, fly high and low, or simply stop and rest. Just depends on your own will. Even if what I say is different from what you really think, you can't deny that he is really beautiful, right
And I am very sorry, I am too small as an individual to achieve such a grand and lofty goal for you. Even if I am myself, I can't be pure and simple for you wholeheartedly. We have crossed the age of unreserved and reckless actions for each other. Sometimes I wonder, is this inevitable or regrettable? Wouldn't it be better if we were all alone? But without the burden and the foundation on which to stand, I can't guarantee that I won't run away when the wind blows.
But if there is only one time, only you and me, no one is there, no one will criticize the rationality of our being together, no one will stand up to accuse you and me, what do you want to do when there is such a day? I want to brazenly hug you in the sun. Hold hands firmly, go to the mall, go to the cinema, go to the supermarket, go to the park, go to school. Childish and arrogant to make you believe that no one's feelings are humble and have meaning. Like I once said, if love is also right and wrong, then there is no right thing in the world.
I remembered that Shen Congwen also wrote to his wife Zhang Zhaohe before. He said that he liked her, and he often felt a kind of sadness. He felt that there would be a servile nature of giving all his life for nothing, his personality was completely lost, and his self-esteem also disappeared. The second half of the sentence I believe is stepping into the extreme. I agree with the first half of the sentence. The sacrifice of life is free of charge. I often feel that you are like this to me. Even if you don't say it, you don't overdo it.
When I think about it in the past, I feel full of pressure. Why? Why is it impossible to like people like this? There are so many things I didn't believe in before, and I don't believe I'd care about you so much. Maybe I have a sluice, the emotions that have been blocked for many years are overflowing on the river bank, and suddenly you dredge the gap, and it suddenly pours out and drowns you. In the final analysis, I love too little, a little at a loss, I don't know how to love you enough.
So how is it enough? I hold the pen and think about it now, and I think about you in my mind - you cry, you laugh; you are restrained, you are suddenly; you are insignificant, and you are precious. You are the imprint on my heart.
Is it too written? It's a bit more popular, I love you, I love you very much. Tell me if you like, I'm not shy or ashamed, I'm happy to keep talking. If you are embarrassed to tell me, then you can give me a password, kiss me or hug me, I understand your intention, and I will always listen to you "I love you". Ten times a hundred times is fine. If it is a thousand times, then I beg you to allow me to drink water in the middle. If the words are not eloquent enough, I beg you to forgive me.
Others can also be, my father, my sister, Zaoer's mother, my school days. If you want to hear it, I will tell you without reservation, the kind of heart-to-heart.
So go back to just now, why is it enough? Of course it's not enough.
You are the scenery of the lakes and mountains for the rest of my life, and my clouds and clouds. From now on, all the time, I have to love you a little more.
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