But beyond Qiao Fengtian's expectations, Sister Zeng did not attract wind or rain, and accepted the facts quite calmly. As if he was fully prepared, there was not even a single flaw in his expression.
After being silent for a long time, he whispered "Forget it" to Qiao Fengtian, who was full of regrets and guilt. After a while, he smiled again, rubbed his hands, and added "Thank you very much".
The next day, Du Dong and Qiao Fengtian sent him to the South Railway Station, which was a rare sunny and snowy day. The ticket was bought by Qiao Fengtian for her, and it was changed from a second-class seat to a first-class seat. Even if the difference is not big, Qiao Fengtian thought, the latter can always stay more comfortable.
"If Jiuchun returns to Linan, I..."
Qiao Fengtian's words were all in his mouth, and he didn't say anything when he arrived.
Fortunately, Sister Zeng looked at him with a slight smile, lowered her head, and didn't ask when she arrived.
Watching the woman straighten her collar, swipe her hair, and step into the security check. The staff member wearing a brim hat held the security screen to scan her back and forth, and when waving to let go, she threw back her slightly curly hair on the temples.
Du Dong put his arms around his arms and raised his dangling eyes, seeing the woman's back gradually disappearing in his field of vision, "She, actually, she didn't want to take Lv Zhichun away at all."
"Well?" Qiao Fengtian turned to look at him.
"I mean, she came to Linan this time just to determine whether Lu Zhichun was dead or alive, fat or thin, good or bad, and she didn't want to bring Lu Zhichun back at all."
Only Qiao Fengtian himself had heard Lu Zhichun's words. He didn't know how Du Dong was wise and wise and found the clue.
"why?"
"Look at her walking, just now." Du Dong sighed and raised the corner of his mouth.
Qiao Fengtian responded and looked at the small black spot in the center of the hall, like a lightly bouncing pixel bead, rhythmically moving up and down on the background board. Looking peaceful and brisk.
"Look at how easy she goes."
It's like trying hard, trying as much as possible, not to bring back a little bit of baggage.
In this world, how many people seek peace of mind while watching, and extend happiness while turning a blind eye. Right or wrong is always someone else's, always parasitic in speech. But the fact is often that the ultimate hope for life is to hold fast to the good and the evil and to give up calmly.
Qiao Fengtian shoved Du Dong, "Hey."
"What?"
"I mean... do you remember how 'Olive Tree' was sung?"
Du Dong scratched the light scoop, "You said the song Qi Yu sang? Why are you asking this, nostalgic?"
Qiao Fengtian frowned, "Just say you don't remember."
"remember!"
"You sing and I'll listen to it. I can't remember it. I can't remember the words and tune."
Du Dong's eyes narrowed and his teeth twitched, "You're so embarrassed for making me sing I'm so fucking embarrassed. Wait, I'll look for a tune, look for a tune." Seeing no one around, he tightened his grip. Chin, while clearing his throat.
Du Dong's voice is broad and laced with impurities, containing grit as if it had been slightly polished. Singing a love song in KTV can kill Li Li for half his life, but Ping Ping slowly opened his mouth and sang this old song in a low voice, which has its own meaning like a long mountain and water.
Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away.
Why wander, wander far away, wander.
For the birds flying in the sky, for the light stream in the mountains, for the broad grassland.
Wandering far away, wandering.
With the first month of the lunar calendar, the barbershop's business is booming. After saving the energy for a month, I can find a way out, straightening and rolling, thinning and shortening, nursing and dry cleaning, and guests are full of guests. Without Lv Zhichun to fight, the busy Du Dong and Qiao Fengtian could not wait to have three heads and six arms, and then drag another Li Li over to sweep the floor.
The revelation of re-employment has been posted, and it has also been hung up on the Internet. I haven't found a suitable one yet.
After the new year, Qiao Liang came to Linan City to find a part-time job and rented another room. In order for the little five sons to go to primary school, they can have a safe and stable resting place.
Qiao Fengtian originally wanted the fifth son and the elder brother to live in his room, but when he thought about his sexuality, he always felt that it was too close to the fifth son, which was not good for him or himself. So he quietly did it.
Qiao Liang originally came to rent a low-footed square in the village in the north corner of the city. Qiao Fengtian preemptively went for a walk in advance, and seeing that there was no hot water, no air conditioner, and no range hood in the house, he rolled his eyes and hurriedly asked for the rent back.
He changed hands and rented an vacant relocation room beside Taochong Lake for him. Home appliances are not very complete, at least hot water and air conditioning are complete.
Qiao Liang frowned and thought the rent was too expensive, so Qiao Fengtian turned around and paid for him for three months. Qiao Liang reached out to stop it, and the two of them "danced" in front of the landlord as if they were about to rub their arms and fight Qin Qiong. Qiao Liang was stunned and did not stop him.
Qiao Fengtian narrowed his eyes and pointed his hand to the tip of his brother's nose.
"Anyway, I have no children or daughters in the future. Just let your precious son remember to honor his uncle who is a bachelor."
Qiao Liang's eyes were instantly gentle, and he relaxed the corner of his mouth hanging down, reaching out and poking at Qiao Fengtian's forehead lightly.
"Nonsense all day long!"
It was raining on the day I sent Xiao Wuzi to the Linan Affiliated Primary School to report. Linan's ice and snow are all melted, and the ticking sound of Qing Lingling is ticking under the eaves, and the spring is beginning to sprout.
Qiao Sishan dragged his sick body from Langxi, but Lin Shuangyu didn't come. Qiao Fengtian was quite blocked. On the one hand, he doesn't care about the little five son's schooling, and on the other hand, she will never let go of her business.
She blocked even the few sides she had with herself and avoided seeing him.
The history of Linan Affiliated Primary School is not as profound and long as the century of Linan University. On both sides of the open gate, many redbud trees were planted. At the beginning of the warm season, the branches are densely covered with purple-red buds.
In the middle is a new single-family teaching building built the year before, and it is powdered in beige. It looks clean, spacious and bright. There is a row of bronze characters in italics hanging on the side of the wall, which is full of spring and autumn; there are some old buildings in the back, not tall, but upright. Dense red silk grass.
Xiao Wuzi was obviously a little embarrassed, with a touch of redness on his face, and his dark pupils widened. Holding a small stack of textbooks, he walked behind the thin and slender female teacher, scratching the top of his cool hair, smiling brightly and shyly.
Before he came, Qiao Fengtian helped Xiao Wuzi trim his hair, twisted off the messy stubble, and took care of the corners; he also stuffed Qiao Liang and Qiao Sishan with two new short jackets, which just faded. Their blue is not blue, gray is not gray old jackets.
The first time he entered the classroom, he wanted Xiao Wuzi to enter without any burden.
I don't want him to feel that he is different from other students.
Qiao Fengtian is such a simple and plain person.
Xiao Wuzi was gently led into the third class of the year by the teacher. Qiao Sishan and Qiao Liang stood outside the window, while Qiao Fengtian stood farther away, leaning against the high fence in the corridor.
Xiao Wuzi was taller than the child next to him, sturdy and dark-skinned. As soon as I entered the door, there was a rustling noise in the classroom for a while, as if a new thing was surrounded. The female teacher with a ponytail, all dressed in bright yellow, clapped her hands crisply, spoke extremely standard Mandarin, and listened softly and like a pearl.
"Let's ask the new students in our class to introduce themselves, how about everyone?"
The bottom was quite excited and said in unison, "Okay!"
"Then let's give him some applause and encourage him, okay?"
Crackling applause sounded like a small broken cannon. The trick of coaxing children to play made Qiao Fengtian laugh when he heard it outside.
Xiao Wuzi was standing on the podium, and immediately became nervous, stunned, clenched his little hands tightly, and hurriedly turned his head to look outside the classroom. His eyes crossed Qiao Liang and Qiao Sishan, and fell directly on Qiao Fengtian.
Qiao Fengtian raised his chin and raised his peaked cap neatly, revealing clear eyebrows. He snapped his fingers, blinked his eyes, and gave Xiao Wuzi a pistol move.
come on. Don't be afraid.
In the corridor, the warm sunlight fell on Qiao Fengtian's face. Looking at it as white as snow, it was illusory and unreal, as if the boundaries of gender between men and women were blurred in an instant.
In the evening, it was the beginning of the year dinner for Lida Humanities. In fact, after breaking up the kneading powder, he said that he was looking for a reason to have a meal, and it was purely formal.
Due to the unsmiling head of the department and the vice president, the wine table was so stiff that "a thousand mountains and birds fly away". After the two rounds of toasting, the two of them tightened their ties, put on their coats, and went back to their wives and children to heat their heads on the kang. A group of "monkeys and monkeys" were so unpretentious, and the meat and vegetables heated up the scene.
Twenty bottles of beer bang bang bang were not counted, and two more bottles of dry red were added.
Zheng Siqi sipped his barley tea and took a few mouthfuls of stir-fried vegetables. Seeing which wine bottle was coming at him, he hurriedly smiled and waved his hands to hide.
Came by car and couldn't drink.
Find a chauffeur!
I have a sore throat in the morning, and I can't drink the cephalosporin I just took.
You stop talking shit.
No, come and let me eat for you. As he spoke, he took out a small box of pills.
Mao Wanjing looked at it, holding a goblet by the side, she was happy to become a Duo Luoyang peony, and a face came close to her, and she couldn't tell her nose when she was drunk.
"Look at it! No one has Lao Zheng's merits and fame! He was about to say that in whatever religion he believes in, the Lord told him to avoid alcohol."
Zheng Siqi raised his eyebrows, and reached out his hand to remove half of the fishbone accidentally inserted in his hair.
"It's not as good as your beggar gang, you just stuff the leftovers into your head. What, the rest of the meal?"
"Hey go!"
As far as speaking out, Zheng Siqi is a middle-class boss, and Li Nan and the rest are all young men. They usually don't show off the mountains and water, but they act like a cultural person. , the poisonous tongue will not work.
At the end of the dinner, the Yu three were sober, and Zheng Siqi was one of them. Suffered from dirty work for no reason, and sent colleagues home one by one.
Mao Wanjing was picked up by her husband by car.
In Zheng Siqi's impression, her husband Zhang Yichuan is taciturn, wears glasses like him, smiles at everyone, and looks very good at talking. When I came to him tonight, he looked much thinner. Half leaning in the cab, he pushed his glasses, and said thank you to Zheng Siqi gently and politely.
On the way back, thinking of pleasing Zheng Yu, he brought a box of Zhan Huang Yuan Xing Er.
"Daddy Daddy!"
As soon as he unlocked the door, Zheng Yu rushed over like a little golden retriever. It was about to have a tail, and it was wagging from the back of the buttocks.
"Hey hey hey."
"I smell you drinking." He wrinkled his nose as he said.
Come, gentleman, be magnanimous.
He bowed his waist and hugged the little man in his arms, holding it up, and pressing the bridge of his tall nose to her face. Zheng Yu tickled and ducked back, but Zheng Siqi chased forward reluctantly.
"Drink? Well? Did you check it out?"
"Clear! Dad smells of alcohol on his arm!"
"... That's the smell of your aunt Mao Mao's wine."
While hugging Zheng Yu into the living room, he unbuttoned his tie. As soon as he approached the sofa, Zheng Yu jumped up and slammed into Xu Li.
"Zao'er, just like you, we'll get a new sofa next month." He tickled her chin and smiled softly, "I'm so happy to dance, how about sending you to learn gymnastics?"
"I dance because I'm happy!"
"I'm glad Dad came back early?"
"No, no, no, no, no." He vetoed in disapproval.
"Tsk."
"I'm glad I have a new roommate!" Zheng Yu's eyes widened, her face puffed up, and she jumped high again.
"Deskmate?"
Zheng Yu went to the bedroom and fetched a sketchbook that he handwritten, half lying on the table, one stroke at a time, and wrote three words straightly.
"Joe, Shan, Zhi." Zheng Siqi took off his suit jacket and undid the tight metal cuffs.
"Well, my new roommate, black, with two straight eyebrows, is so much taller than Zao'er!"
Zheng Siqi saw Zheng Yu's feet on his feet, stretched out his hand in the air above his head, and excitedly drew back and forth a few times.