"How do you continue a half-doing thing when your thoughts and practices are at odds with the facts?"
Zheng Siqi was taken aback for a while, and then he said, "I thought you were going to ask me a question about literature."
"Literature..." Qiao Fengtian touched his nose, "I don't read literature either..."
Zheng Siqi smiled. He vaguely felt that what Qiao Fengtian asked just now had something to do with Lu Zhichun. As for what it is, I can't guess.
"That's what you asked."
"En." Qiao Fengtian hurriedly pricked up his ears to listen.
"The proposition is too big."
When Qiao Fengtian heard what he said, he also felt that he was asking in a vague way, as if he had deliberately drawn a wide range of embarrassing details in order to avoid the details.
"I mean. I want to help a person, and I always do what I think is right, but in the end the person says you're wrong, and the truth is not what you thought you heard." Qiao Fengtian After a pause, "I can't push him forward now, and I don't want to mess things up like this..."
It was indeed Lu Zhichun.
During the day, instead of dragging Lu Zhichun back to Holy Mountain, he stopped a taxi for him and asked him to go back to Lujiawa first; on Sister Zeng's side, he called Du Dong to comfort her and tell her not to worry. , Take your time and book a hotel first.
Don't push anyone, just wait and see.
Speaking of which, Qiao Fengtian knew that he was undoubtedly the initiator of wanting Lv Zhichun to go home. Blindly guessing that Lu Zhichun lost his parents when he was young, he couldn't figure out the importance of the two, and he didn't know how important home was.
But after listening to him tell the truth again, I also felt that it was meaningless whether to go back to that home or not. But Sister Zeng has indeed lost her son for many years. It would be too cruel to let her go back to Xiatang alone according to Lu Zhichun's idea.
Qiao Fengtian was entangled and felt guilty, whether it was for Lv Zhichun or Sister Zeng.
"Actually, you're just unwilling to give up on your ideas, right?"
Qiao Fengtian looked up at Zheng Siqi.
"If you really think you are wrong about one thing, you must be entangled in how to make up for it to the greatest extent, rather than whether to advance or retreat in the next step. Advance is stubborn, retreat is escape, neither of which reflects your ideas. Change. If it's not that you're not giving up, then it's going to be more than you can help."
Qiao Fengtian wanted to nod his head. Indeed, the relationship between Lv Zhichun and his family was beyond what he and Du Dong could mediate and help.
Zheng Siqi pushed off his glasses and put two red bean muffins in the tray, "Actually, many times, we can only be a bystander. I don't want you to hang up on your own, but the road is someone else's. It is his own choice, whether they go all out, hit the southern wall and never look back, it is all his own idea. Good or bad, it is the law of development of things that they should bear."
"You are not someone else, you will never understand his intentions 100%, and put yourself in his shoes 100%. If you make a decision for him, you have no position and it's unfair."
"Even if it's a loved one, it's the same."
Qiao Fengtian stood upright, thinking about the aftertaste, but did not speak.
"Please help me pack, and that strawberry mousse, thank you."
Hearing Zheng Siqi talking to the cashier, he returned to his senses and stepped forward, "I'll pay."
"how?"
"Just... Thank you for answering my question, and I'll make up for your trip in vain."
Zheng Siqi laughed out a row of neat teeth, took out his wallet, "First, I hope to be able to run for nothing, because it's best if you're okay. Second, I can listen to my class for free, if you want. You can come to Linan to listen at any time, just thank you verbally, Xiao Qiao."
It is easy for tall people to be sullen, but Zheng Siqi does not.
Qiao Fengtian looked at his chest, it was full all the time, and he went up and down evenly with his breathing, like a continuous vein that encapsulated a distant mountain.
When Zheng Siqi returned home, Zheng Yu was doing her homework obediently in the small room. He quietly tiptoed over with the cake in his hand, and saw that she was seriously holding back her diary.
"I saw a purple-haired man there that day. He was very beautiful. His hair was like clouds in the sky, like the color in the eyes of a fairy in the sky..." Zheng Siqi squinted and read a paragraph silently, almost laughing out loud .
"That's right, we all use metaphors."
"what!"
Zheng Siqi suddenly made a sound behind her back, causing her to straighten her back quickly. Zheng Siqi didn't have time to hide, and was firmly hit on the chin by Zheng Yu's head.
"hiss-"
"Is Dad all right?!" Looking back, seeing Zheng Siqi frowning and covering his chin, he was so distressed that he broke his arm, "Does it hurt? It doesn't hurt, Zaoer helps you blow it, it won't hurt when you blow it."
"Come on." Zheng Siqi released his hand, "Blow it, blow it at the position."
"Well, Dad, don't move."
Zheng Yu nodded, hooked Zheng Siqi's neck obediently, pouted his mouth to face Zheng Siqi's chin, and blew the warm air in small mouths.
"Does it still hurt, Dad?"
It's useless, it hurts so much that he wants to scold. Zheng Siqi touched her face, "Thank you Zao'er, it doesn't hurt at all, my daughter is very good."
Zheng Yu was so happy that he couldn't find the North, as if he had found a toffee from his old clothes pocket that he didn't have time to eat. He glanced at the cake in Zheng Siqi's hand again, and the beauty was more like a flower.
"Take it to the living room, you can't put cream on your clothes, eh?"
"kindness!"
Seeing Zheng Yu trotting out of the house, Zheng Siqi raised his hand and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. He turned his neck and rubbed his chin again.
The phone rang, Zheng Siqi pressed the answer button and put it on his ear, "Hello, who's there?"
"Me, your sister."
Zheng Siqi couldn't stop his temples jumping, "... what's wrong?"
"I just asked Miss Lu, and people say you're good, and they're willing to follow you. Oh, you'll just have fun. You've picked up such a good girl." Zheng Siyi was happy to herself. .
"That's quite subtle. I thought she was going to tell you that she was going to marry me immediately."
Zheng Siyi tutted, "What shameless words are you talking about?! Are you the boss of Wanda or Jack Ma's father? People are rushing to marry you! Take care of your elderly and disabled, and take care of a little one? Virtue!"
Zheng Siqi walked to the window in two steps and leaned up, "Look at you, I'm just joking, you're like a cannonball."
"Hey, this is not the time to joke with you! You have to seriously consider the rest of your life now, you know? Dad doesn't urge you because he has a big heart, something goes wrong in the public office, and his mind is out of control! Don't think that He's really idle, Yun Yehe can see better than anyone else!"
"Go back and tell our dad, you said he has no strings."
Zheng Siyi "snapped" a row of tables, "Hey, you're rolling! Hey, you are so poor in front of outsiders? Does your student know you are such a person?"
"It's definitely not." Zheng Siqi pressed his nose and smiled softly, "I'm more stable outside than anyone else, so I'll follow you."
"Co-authoring is yours in my life! Be serious!" Zheng Siyi saw that the topic was getting farther and farther away, so she hurriedly turned back.
"The serious thing is, I don't want to continue with her."
Zheng Siqi was ready to be bombarded, and sure enough, Zheng Siyi immediately got mad, "You fart!"
"I do not… "
"What's your dissatisfaction with the girl?! Say it! I'll let her change!"
Does this work
Zheng Siqi pinched his brows and changed the side of the phone, "I feel like this is too likely, sister, if you don't like it, you don't like it. You can't let me fool you, right?"
"Feeling, feeling, feeling! You still feel like you are a young man of seventeen or eighteen! Run four, old man! Be practical in everything! Can you make do with it?"
"Do you know Russell? He said that love can only flourish when it is free. If I make do with it once, maybe I will be miserable with her for half my life. I will wait a few more years, maybe I will meet the right one. Be happy for a lifetime. It's all a matter of chance, why don't you let me choose the right one, sister?"
Quite reasonable and well-founded, Zheng Siyi couldn't help but keep his voice low for three points, "Don't use your accent to fool me with your college debate team, it's not easy..."
Staring at the flickering lights outside the window, Zheng Siqi smiled, "I didn't fool you, really, I just want you to believe me, I will be responsible for my life, and you don't have to always remember me."
"Then I'm your sister..."
Zheng Siqi and Zheng Siyi's mother died very early, and Zheng Hanweng's heart was so big that Zheng Siqi depended on this eldest sister since childhood. No matter how harsh or ugly the eldest sister said, Zheng Siqi understood that it was her character and that she was treating herself well.
Zheng Siqi's tone was unusually gentle and gentle, "Of course I know that you are my sister, so I have to look to you for the rest of my life. That's why I want you to be lenient, I want you to be happy every day, and I want you to look at me and find the truth someday. happiness."
It speaks like a slow song full of emotions. Zheng Siyi held up the phone and listened for a while, then sniffed loudly.
"Xing Xing Xing, I will die if you say something!"
Zheng Siqi laughed in a low voice and did not speak.
"Little Lu girl really likes you. Even if you don't take the initiative, don't reject other people's initiative! Leave some room for others and a little sense of proportion, whether you can handle it or not, friends do it, you hear?"
"Well, remember it all, sister."
"Get some rest early, I'll have a table tomorrow, let's not talk about it!"
Without waiting for Zheng Siqi to say good night, Zheng Siyi simply hung up the phone. Zheng Siyi was very angry, but she was a little shy. Every trace of her emotions was straight and exposed, and Zheng Siqi knew it.
They look alike in appearance, but in terms of personality, they are not even half alike. Of course, Zheng Siqi also thinks that this is the interesting part of having a compatriot. Not only relying on, but also like a mirror, always reflecting themselves.
Although Zheng Siyi often "photographs" a little too much.
Zheng Siqi walked to Zheng Yu's small desk, turned off the lamp, and sorted out the scattered workbooks for him.
I accidentally caught a glimpse of the open diary again, and caught a glimpse of the phrase "his hair is like a cloud in the sky".
Like
Where does it look like, who has seen that lustrous cloud
looks good
Zheng Siqi touched his chin—indeed, it's pretty.