According to Qiao Fengtian's endurance, he is not very suitable for long-distance running. It is easy to get short of breath and chest tightness, and it is difficult to slow down. The last time I chased Zhan Zhengxing in Lida, it was enough. Seeing that he was fine, he went back and coughed for a long time.
Snow has no eyes, just go crazy, just melt. As long as Qiao Fengtian opened his mouth just a little bit, Xue Mozi could slip into his mouth and melt the faint acrid taste of dust on the tip of his tongue. His lips were numb and slightly swollen, and when he sipped it, it was like two pieces of dead flesh to be transplanted.
Lu Zhichun ran so fast that he had no intention of lingering.
"Lu Zhichun, can you stop running!"
With such a frown and an empty voice, Qiao Fengtian suddenly thought that one of the most useless words in the world was "Don't run".
Seeing that the distance between the two was getting wider, Qiao Fengtian became anxious. Disturbed by the wind and snow in the sky, he reached out and brushed his wet hair, took a deep breath, and sped up.
"Fuck your uncle Lu Jiuchun, don't let Lao Tzu catch you!"
Seeing that Lv Zhichun jumped onto the sidewalk on Qingyijiang Road and joined the dense crowd, Qiao Fengtian also hurriedly passed through the stream of mopeds whistling.
Lu Zhichun ran in a hurry, and his shoulders accidentally touched a woman with high heels. Qiao Fengtian was a short distance away, watching her swaying and her umbrella deflected. She was worried that she would fall flat on the spot, when she saw her holding the male companion beside her and successfully rescued herself.
Qiao Fengtian wanted to avoid the two of them at a distance, but he had no intention of making eye contact with his male partner, surprised that the other party was Zheng Siqi. Such a coincidence? As soon as such an idea came to mind, the foot was not paying attention for a while, and "呲liu" slipped firmly on the marble steps in front of the home business shop.
"Hey!" Zheng Siqi stretched out his hand to help Lu Yiming because he held Lu Yiming, but it was too late.
Qiao Fengtian didn't look as ugly as being thrown all over the place in front of everyone's eyes. It was just that one heel slipped forward and one knee touched the ground and slipped back. His center of gravity was abruptly backward, and he quickly put his hands on his hips so that he could not reach his waist. hit the ground. From the shoulders to the waist, it was twisted into a curved rainbow shape, dusting his eyes, looking like a breaking dancer.
"Hey—" Qiao Fengtian, whose knees were touching the marble surface, jumped with a sore tongue, "Fuck..."
"Are you okay? What's wrong?"
Gently pulling out his arm from Lu Yiming's arms, Zheng Siqi stepped forward in two steps and bowed his waist. He thought it was very strange, wondering how he could always encounter this guy in the crowd without chasing after him.
Could it be that his main business is a hairdresser, and his auxiliary business is a loan shark
"Can you stand up?" Zheng Siqi stretched out his hand.
It's a pity that Qiao Fengtian didn't accept it very rudely. He followed Lu Zhichun, who had already turned the four forks, with his eyes full of eyes, and couldn't spare a moment to greet this person politely.
"It's all right."
Qiao Fengtian waved his hand and hurriedly stood up from the steps, the fabric at the knee of his trousers was soaked in a large amount, "It's okay, it's okay."
"you-"
"Don't say anything, let's go!"
Before Zheng Siqi's words were finished, Qiao Fengtian staggered two steps and ran up again, throwing him a thin and pressing back.
"What's the matter." Lu Yiming stood under Zheng Siqi's umbrella and pressed his arm, "Do you know that person, Mr. Zheng?"
"Forget it." Zheng Siqi faced the direction Qiao Fengtian ran away from, and took off his glasses with half-melting snowflakes, "A friend."
Lu Yiming said with a smile, "That's quite strange."
"En?" Zheng Siqi wiped the lens with his finger and glanced at her, "How do you say it?"
"That person really doesn't look like you."
"Really?" Zheng Siqi paused, "Maybe."
I put the glasses frame back on the bridge of my nose and found that it was still smeared.
Qiao Fengtian caught up with Lv Zhichun, not because he was fast, but because of the unfamiliar road conditions of the other party.
With one life, Qiao Fengtian ran out and half-pulled, and at this time, with his forehand propped on the concrete wall, he lowered his head and gasped in a disorderly manner, "You fucking run ass, who can, ahem, who can, eat you. "It was followed by a series of rustling coughs.
Lv Zhichun was also too tired to lose his strength. He put his hands on his knees and leaned against the wall, "I, I will never go home with her, I don't want her to see me."
"Okay."
Qiao Fengtian took out a pack of tissue paper from his pocket and threw it gently on his red forehead, "Wipe your snot and snot clean before talking."
After a little delay, Qiao Fengtian immediately straightened his crooked clothes. There are residential buildings on the hutong, and many old awnings and external air conditioners are built densely, and they cannot be swept in.
It's the same question as before, "Just because they don't accept you as gay." Only this time it's purposeful and purposeful.
Lu Zhichun was five or six meters away from him, his head bowed, and he didn't speak.
"For this reason, you never came home from the age of sixteen to nineteen?"
Qiao Fengtian always felt unbelievable. The black patent leather lantern, with Lu Zhichun's personality, has been wandering for three years. Nowadays, pyramid selling, abduction, beating, smashing, stealing, and robbing are all kinds of things. He didn't say how much Lv Zhichun suffered, and Qiao Fengtian didn't know either.
How much determination did you have to make to let a minor have no thought of going home for three years.
"Don't you want to go to school?"
Qiao Fengtian always said that he graduated from junior high school, but now it seems that he should drop out of high school. Doing the math, if he hadn't left Xiatang, he should be in his freshman year right now, in his prime, at the age of vigor.
Mentioning the school, Lu Zhichun's expression suddenly loosened slightly, it was not nostalgia, but disgust.
"I don't want to, not at all."
"Why?" Qiao Fengtian rubbed his knees and frowned slightly.
"Everyone says I'm a pervert, and no one sees me as a normal person..."
"But your home is in Xiatang, isn't it?"
Compared with cursing people, Qiao Fengtian is not good at reasoning, he can only collect the few words in his mind and try his best to give guidance like teaching.
"Your mother, I've been looking for you. Some misunderstandings shouldn't be avoided all the time. If you sit down and make things clear face to face, in fact, you may find that many things are hot in your head and impulsive."
"Zeng... Your mother told me that they don't really care what kind of person you like. I think they must just hope now—"
"Joe."
Lu Zhichun interrupted him.
At this time, the residential building was quiet and quiet, and some people believed in Buddhism. In the narrow and cramped alley, there was a smell of inferior red sandalwood embers. A yellow pear cat "walked lightly", "dengdeng" jumped up the half-height heating pipe, and stared straight at Lu Zhichun with round eyes.
"Has anyone told you that you are someone you easily think you are?"
Lv Zhichun did not speak slowly or hurriedly, and his tone was low. There was neither resentment nor resentment in his words, but it seemed like he was stating a very common thing.
Qiao Fengtian swallowed the rest of his words.
"You think I'm a child, so you have to think about a lot of things for me; you think I'm a teenager, so you want me to go home obediently; you think only the injuries you've suffered are injuries, and your story is In the story, other people’s petty things are nothing to worry about, so you feel sorry for yourself and feel that others are actually easier than you; you think that you can get others’ approval by clenching your teeth... You are actually comforting yourself.”
Several idioms are used, and it is a very standard and neat arrangement.
Qiao Fengtian was a little stunned, opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say.
"My stepfather is not as simple as what my mother told you. He is a pervert, he is not a human being, and he has a history of lewdness. At that time, he was always doing something to me."
Hearing this, Qiao Fengtian suddenly opened his eyes.
"The most important thing is that my mother has always known about these things. She has a child with that man, so she doesn't want to get a divorce and doesn't let me call the police..." Lu Zhichun's brows knit together tightly, as if recalling something that made him extremely uncomfortable.
"I don't believe her, really."
A sneering smile appeared on Lu Zhichun's skinny face, "If she doesn't even tell you the truth, how can you make me trust her? How can I rely on her?"
"How dare I go home with her..."
"She, my stepfather, their child. Brother Qiao, do you think that's still my home?"
Qiao Fengtian stood there, clenching his palms.
He saw a layer of natural water light in Lu Zhichun's eyes, like snow under the eaves, cold and clean.
"Brother Qiao, you hired me as soon as I arrived in Linan. I have always relied on you, and I am very grateful to you. You have been teaching me some things I really don't understand, but... But you are not me. , you can't force me where you think is right."
In the evening of Linan, the sky is stagnant, and the rain and snow are fading away.
Zheng Siqi decisively ignored Zheng Siyi's barrage of inquiries and hurriedly took Zheng Yu home. I was scratching my head along the way, but I didn't think of what dark dishes I wanted to order today, so I ended up going up the stairs and ordering takeout.
Zheng Siqi's house is warm in the ground, and it is as warm as spring in winter. It's just that the pipes were densely laid during the decoration, so that the warm room in the house was a little dry.
Therefore, the first thing Zheng Siqi did when he went home was to urge Zheng Yu to drink water. He put the little girl on the back chair of the dining table and filled her pink amphora.
"Drink slowly, don't burn your mouth."
"kindness!"
Leaning on the dining table, staring at Zheng Yu sipping water like a cat, Zheng Siqi always thought about how Qiao Fengtian was chasing someone and fell hard today.
Lu Zhichun
It seems to be the one Zhan Zhengxing fought last time.
Zheng Siqi turned around and entered the study, took the phone and clicked it a few times.
When the phone rang, Qiao Fengtian was changing the shriveled light bulb at home. The roof of the old-fashioned community is high, and Qiao Fengtian has no way to support a household folding ladder. I got an old item from somewhere, and the pedals are a little loose.
The phone sticks to the meat, and the legs of the shock are numb. Qiao Fengtian put the broken tungsten filament light bulb in his pocket, and Teng pressed the answer button.
"Hello? Who is it?"
Zheng Siqi heard his voice as if it was cold, and it was hoarse.
"Well, it's me, Zheng Siqi."