Zheng Siyi classified the items that were delivered, and carried them into the locker in the kitchen for Zheng Siqi. When I went in, there was a pot on the stove, a fresh carrot was placed on the chopping board, and a sharp knife was on the side.
The kitchen of Zheng Siqi's house is neat and tidy. It's like that. It is a pity that the clean oil star on the wall is not stained, revealing an indescribable sense of ritual everywhere. No smell of fireworks.
"Cooking?" Zheng Siyi rolled up his sleeves.
Zheng Siqi leaned on the door frame, smiling but not smiling, "Otherwise, what if I played with Zao'er?"
"Come here." He waved his hand back and forth, and smiled at him yin and yang, "Take off the apron and give it to me. The five people dressed up look like that. They can't even make a pressure cooker." She's going to go out on her own.
Zheng Siqi was unbuttoning the work button on his waist. Hearing her talk like this, he raised his eyebrows and took two steps forward to stop him, "Hey, don't, don't, don't mention it!"
This is the black history that Zheng Siqi is most ashamed to export.
Ten years ago, Zheng Siqi was a sophomore in high school. On New Year's Day, the city museum distributed boxes of fresh pig trotters to each of the researchers, and Zheng Hanweng happily moved two boxes home, thinking that with some soybeans, he could cook a large pot.
The things here were washed with water and put on the stove. When Zheng Hanweng came back to his unit, he told him to let Zheng Siqi watch the gas stove, turn off the fire when it rang, and don't forget to close the main gate. Zheng Siqi is half helpless, half perfunctory, okay, okay, look at your babbling, how old am I
It really didn't work out.
Zheng Siqi, who is extremely lacking in common sense, suspects that the pressure valve of the pressure cooker is too loose, and kindly tightens it a few times. As he squeaked like a rat in the kitchen, the internal pressure in the pot soared all the way to the breaking point. Less than half an hour after firing, the ground shook with a bang.
Zheng Siqi's room was separated by a corridor facing the kitchen. Hearing the sound, he turned around in a hurry, and saw the half-pulled pig's trotters flying in an arc in the air and slapped him on the chest. The ceiling was full of shattered soybeans, and most of the windshield was shattered.
An old couple on the second floor was so frightened that they ran down in their pajamas and asked which fireworks and firecrackers factory had exploded.
Over time, this has become a chatting topic for the Zheng family. Just like Feng Gong's "I miss you all", it has to be revealed every year, otherwise it will not be so meaningful.
Zheng Siyi washed his hands and neatly cut the carrot into fine threads. I took another large white porcelain bowl, scooped some flour, beat an egg, and mixed it with shredded radish to form a bowl of pale yellow batter.
Zheng Siyi dropped a spoonful of oil into the frying pan, and saw that Zheng Siqi was clasping her arms and staring at the work in her hands, "What? You can watch it if you can?"
"I don't have the ability." Zheng Siqi smiled a little, "If you write a few grams of salt, a few grams of oil, and how much fire, then write them down and paste them on the door, and I can fiddle with them in order."
"Come on." Zheng Siyi picked up the porcelain bowl that contained the batter, "You are so short-sighted, the decimal point of the oil and salt on the note is not yet familiar, and your pot is battered."
When the batter was poured into the pot and formed into a round cake with a yellowish piece, Zheng Siqi reached out to help and turned on the range hood.
"I say."
Zheng Siyi lowered her head and stared at the movement in the pot, "Zao'er has gradually become more sensible. After going to school, you should also consider finding a stepmother for him."
Zheng Siqi paused for a while, then raised his head and pushed his glasses, stared at his sister and laughed.
"Why do you give me something and cook for me? You see, you have exposed your true purpose, right?"
Zheng Siyi stared at him and wanted to raise a shovel to greet him.
"Stinky boy! I'm rushing here for my own sake? Who gave me good flowers? It's not all for your sake! Don't let go of the things that should be put on your mind, and the things that should be done quickly. If you don’t do it, what are you waiting for? When Zao’er gets married, you will be seven or eighty years old, and you can’t even make a bowl of porridge, so you go to the nursing home every day to eat?”
"Don't shake the shovel and splash the oil on the floor." Zheng Siqi said to him with a smile.
"Don't slap me with a crooked mouth haha! It's just annoying you!"
Zheng Siyi put the carrot cake on the porcelain plate, turned around and threw the spatula into the sink with a "bang".
Zheng Siyi quietly mentioned the blind date to Zheng Yu when he was three years old. This year, Zheng Yu turned six years old, and Zheng Siqi was like a mussel who had become a shrewd mussel.
She really doesn't understand if she doesn't understand. Zheng Siqi has an outstanding appearance, a good temperament, has an RV, and has a stable job, that is, he has a half-sized baby. Besides, he is not a "Diamond King Five".
For so many years, Zheng Siyi has seen Yingying Yanyan who are rushing to her eyes, so why does everyone still get into the eyes of his old Zheng Siqi
Not sexually frigid? Can you be gay
She still doesn't believe in this evil.
"On the fourth day of junior high, one of my classmates and her sister returned to China. I'll arrange to meet you."
"Hey, don't." Zheng Siqi suddenly stood up straight, "Can I not make my own decisions, my sister?"
"No." The answer was quite unreasonable.
"I won't go in the fourth day of the fourth day."
"If I don't go, I'll tell Zao'er about sneaking a cigarette again."
Zheng Siqi was startled, "Are you on Conan's upper body?"
"Nonsense, your cigarette smell will fool Zao'er at a young age, and you can't smell it if you have no heart. If your wife was still there, she would have kicked you on the washboard and knelt on the washboard."
"… "
Zheng Siyi was about to put the carrot cake on the table, "Is it possible or not, let's see, a good girl who came back from the UK, has a high degree of education, and is reasonable. I look pretty."
Zheng Siqi brought the plate back, took a bottle of ketchup with a pointed mouth from the cupboard, rushed down the bottle, and lowered his head to draw a few lines at the round cake.
"Go back and send me the address, and tell me what your surname is and how old you are."
Hearing Zheng Siqi let go, Zheng Siyi's breath was smooth, and she pointed at the delicate smiling face on the cake and kept smacking her lips, "You can use this little trick every day to coax Zaoer, you can coax it, it's not coaxing. She can't get wind and rain."
The light bulb in Qiao Fengtian's house shrunk.
At that time, I bought an old community of the Fourth Railway Bureau, a second-hand house, and the toilets used old-fashioned tungsten filament lamps. Usually, there is no inconvenience, but it is a hassle to change the light bulb. Energy-saving lamps have become common throughout the country, and hanging light bulbs have long been unavailable in convenience stores. Only in a small hardware store a few stops away from the Fourth Railway Station.
As soon as he entered the room, he first touched the dark and changed his slippers before fumbling around and turning on all the lights in the living room.
The house that Qiao Fengtian bought, the mortgage has not been repaid, and the area is very small. It's just that he is as diligent as Qiao Fengtian, and keeps the house neat and tidy everywhere.
Qiao Fengtian likes to grow flowers and plants, so he set up a log-colored multi-layer flower stand in the living room. I served the oily and leathery monstera, the rubber tree with lush leaves, and the Clivia with orange-red stamens. Luluo was so happy that he placed seventeen or eight pots, and Wenzhu looked at Wenya, so he also served three or four plants.
Pruning branches and cutting leaves, sowing sun and watering, this is Qiao Fengtian's daily compulsory course except for the barber shop.
It is both entertainment and entrustment. As for who entrusted whom, word by word, it is impossible to say clearly.
Qiao Fengtian took off his collar and took some water from the watering can. After tightening the lid, I sprayed carefully on the thick leaves of the monstera. In my heart, I repeatedly thought about the words of Sister Zeng that seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Lv Zhichun was a monk who ran away secretly. Three years ago, no one told him.
Sister Zeng said that she was married for the second time, and Lu Zhichun's father died quite early, so he took him to remarry at the age of fifteen. The husband of the second marriage is a nine-to-five civil servant in the Audit Office. He is diligent and honest. To Lv Zhichun, although it can't be said that he regards it as his own, he does indeed care about it.
Fifteen-year-old Lv Zhichun is more sensitive and thoughtful than his peers, and he is not good at words. People are thin and slender, their hearts are delicate and fragile, and their thoughts are numerous. When Sister Zeng talked about Lv Zhichun's strangeness at that time, the tip of her nose was pink and her fingers trembled slightly. He seemed hesitant, but he couldn't help but feel apologetic and guilt on his face.
"That kid Jiuchun likes boys, I know it, but he can't think about it, and he's afraid.
With a simple statement, Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but recall his confusion and confusion back then.
"At that time, it was discovered by his stepfather. His stepfather was dead-headed and inactive. He was a traditional man who couldn't be more traditional. Just... it made the whole family jump around... "
Hit and hit, scold and scold. Regardless of whether Lu Zhichun was sad or not, he was not afraid, and he didn't care about the reasons. The two tried to use the most extreme way to reverse a thing that was fundamentally irreversible at the source.
"Seeing our Jiuchun, we are becoming less and less talkative, and our grades are getting worse and worse. I feel like I have lost my mind and let his stepfather beat him all day long..." The woman finally couldn't hold back when she talked about this. Covered his mouth.
The tedious description in the future, the outline is almost the same as Qiao Fengtian's imagination. The overwhelming beatings and scolding fueled the flames, and finally intensified the conflict to its peak. At the same time trying to break out in silence, but also afraid of dying in silence, a compromise method of protest - Lv Zhichun stole a few thousand cash from the family and slipped on the train going south.
"His stepfather and I have been looking for it, and we have been looking for it. As soon as there is a clue, we will hold on to it, but every time it is empty... What's wrong with liking boys? After so many years, no one has figured out, what can It's more important than having your own children stay by your side..."
Listening to Sister Zeng's non-stop search for so many years, Linan is the first city that Lv Zhichun has traveled to. The 16-year-old boy, just like this, has grown into a young man without a sound.
Qiao Fengtian went to the kitchen to warm up a glass of milk, and heard the crackling of a cannon outside the window.
In all fairness, Qiao Fengtian does not regard Lv Zhichun's experience as a story that can paint a background in life. To put it bluntly, it is at best a collection of "Family with Children". It's just that the event cycle has been repeatedly elongated, and it seems tortuous and lengthy.
Qiao Fengtian swallowed a mouthful of milk on the sofa, put his coat over his face, and closed his vain eyelids slightly. After tossing and running for a day, I was exhausted, and a new year is not as happy as a new year.
Qiao Fengtian and Du Dong asked the woman to find a hotel to stay first, and said that they would arrange for you to meet after giving Lv Zhichun a vaccination.
In the second phase of the children's middle school, adults have to help solve it.