Zheng Siqi did not reject Qiao Fengtian's invitation.
One is that he is afraid that if Xie refuses, it will really make Qiao Fengtian mistakenly think that he is prejudiced against him; the other is that he agrees, and he can really relax a lot. But taking other people's good intentions to take care of himself, and thinking about it in private, Zheng Siqi felt that he was completely shameless.
Compared with Zheng Siqi's shame, Zheng Yu was so happy.
She really likes this "little brother" of Bai Bai Xiangxiang. Why can some people cook so deliciously, why can some people have their hair so good-looking, and still have a pattern every day without weight? ! Why doesn't dad? Why is it so hard for Dad to cook? Aren't father and "little brother" born on the same planet
There are a lot of thoughts about blacking his father in his big head.
Zheng Siqi was sitting in the study, wearing a loose grey thin cashmere sweater, with one long leg propped in the computer chair and his chin resting on his knee. There was a bag of ear-hanging coffee in the cup at hand, and a thin layer of steam slowly curled up on the eaves, creating a strong aroma of coffee beans.
Zheng Yu held a mathematics book, stood by the door, and reached out to chisel the door frame.
"Okay, don't knock." Zheng Siqi waved at her, "Come here."
Zheng Yu trotted a little, "Dad, I don't know how to write." As he said that, he turned the page of the exercise book, and pointed at the blank space with his little finger, "This question, Zaoer really can't..."
Zheng Yu's performance is not very strong, and the middle line is swaying, but at least his brain is not stupid. Zheng Siqi is not in a hurry.
When he was a freshman in high school, he still smoked, drank, scolds, fights and plays games, but now he can still look like a dog in front of people. This is all inaccurate.
"Come on." Zheng Siqi took the workbook and hugged Zheng Yu to his thigh. "Math, right? I'll give it to Nian Nian."
Zheng Siqi put on his glasses, lowered his head and put them together on the booklet, "There is a cargo ship on the vast sea... There are 75 cows and 34 sheep on this boat... There are also 20 boxes of pineapples and peaches, may I ask... How old is the captain?"
Zheng Siqi pushed his glasses.
What the hell is this? Are you kidding? Are primary school students' topics all such a slanted path? !
"Uh... this... "
Zheng Yu turned his head to the side, looking at Zheng Siqi with a face full of curiosity, "Isn't my father?"
There will be ghosts, okay
"No, Dad will, Dad will help you write."
Zheng Siqi opened the drawer and took out a pen, unscrewed the cap, flicked the ink, held the tip of the pen against the exercise book, and neatly drew a short English sentence. Zheng Yu's chin rested on the table, and he couldn't understand the meaning, so he turned his head and asked him.
"What did Dad write?"
"u guess." is a very standard and bright accent.
I don't understand the meaning, but I know it's in English. Zheng Yu was skeptical, "This is a math problem..."
"Don't be afraid." Zheng Yu squeezed the Nezha-like tug that Qiao Fengtian had pierced for her today, so that she could relax, "Dad promises, the teacher will not give you the wrong approval."
Whoever takes this kind of question seriously is a fool.
Zheng Yu solved her confusion and wanted to leave, but Zheng Siqi hugged her and didn't let go, "Don't run, talk to Dad."
Zheng Yu didn't stick to him for several days, so he grinned and arched into Zheng Siqi's arms, "What does Dad want to say?"
"You said that you have been staying at your Uncle Joe's house these days. What do you think he would like?"
Reciprocity is a human duty, and it is not easy to give the meal fee clearly, and Qiao Fengtian will definitely not accept it clearly. Zheng Siqi was thinking about how to turn around and return his deep favor in a reasonable and unbiased way—then he could only send things.
"Flowers! Grass! Trees!"
Say it with you.
Zheng Siqi pinched her dumpling-like soft ears, "Then I can't dig up the magnolia tree on the Second Ring Road in the middle of the night to send him? Can you move it?" A hook leaned into Zheng Yu's ear and whispered, "How about we take away the pot of red sandalwood from grandpa's refrigerator and give it to him?"
It was a 60th birthday gift given to Zheng Hanweng by relatives in my hometown a few years ago. Zheng Siyi quietly took a photo to give an estimate, and then came back and stared at Zheng Siqi and quietly compared four fingers to Zheng Siqi, as if he had made a fortune.
"Then grandpa will hit you!" Zheng Yu shook his head like a rattle.
"Okay, don't shake your head, Dad looks dizzy." Zheng Siqi smiled and touched his nose, "It's more than just beating, the next day you have to take me to the police station to change the father-son relationship column on the household registration book. "
Zheng Siqi and Zheng Yu just propped their chins and continued to think.
"Medicine!" Zheng Yu patted his thigh.
"medicine?"
Zheng Yu nodded, "Well, brother Xiao Qiao today, no no, Uncle Xiao Qiao, Uncle Xiao Qiao's hand is broken and bleeding again, so I need medicine!"
"Didn't you just pierce him a few days ago?"
Zheng Yu blinked, "Because my uncle said it was inconvenient to wash the dishes with the bandages wrapped in them, he took them all off. The little five said that he would continue to bleed, so he said it was alright... and then he bleeds again... "
"Tsk."
Zheng Siqi brought the mug to his mouth and swallowed his coffee.
In my impression, Zheng Siqi has never met a few people like him who like to say it's okay. It's ok, I'm ok, nothing else, subconsciously took this as a mantra. But the more such a person is, the more they take things as nothing, and the less they show any weakness, and the occasional little abnormality will make people feel like they are stuck in their throats. Zheng Siqi knows that some people say it's okay, but it's not necessarily true, that's no longer an evasion.
That should have surpassed the real desire in his heart and became an instinctive reaction.
Such people are often burdened.
Zheng Siqi took off his glasses and put them aside, suddenly remembering that in Qiao Fengtian's room that day, he saw a glass bottle of incense on his bedside table. The taste was as light as it had been diluted with water, the citrus was slightly sweet and sour, and it was the same smell that could be smelled on the tip of the nose when it was close to Qiao Fengtian himself.
The next day Zheng Yu went to Qiao Fengtian's house for lunch, and Qiao Fengtian's hand was gradually scabbed. It's just that it doesn't seem to be getting better, it's slightly swollen like it's getting worse, just like a bunch of tender red ginger that will be stained in his own small jar.
When Qiao Fengtian brought a steamed scallion sea bass to the table, Zheng Yu took out a box from his small schoolbag like a juggler, held it carefully with his small hand, and held it out in front of Qiao Fengtian.
"What's wrong?"
Zheng Yu said crisply, "Dad asked me to give it to you."
Qiao Fengtian raised his eyebrows, not a pile of food expenses.
Zheng Yu walked back to the table, and Xiao Wuzi brought a bowl to her, "What is it?"
Zheng Yu smiled at him and blinked his eyes. He quickly took a bite of the tender white fish belly, "It's a surprise, right?"
Qiao Fengtian sat on the sofa and breathed hot steam on his fingers. I carefully opened the box and looked down. Inside was a one-and-a-half-inch long brass lotus-like solid wood incense holder, with a box of delicate incense sticks attached to the side, with the four characters of slush red claws printed on it.
Qiao Fengtian opened the box of the incense stick, took it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, it was very light and elegant. The second smell is full-bodied, like a tall fir tree sitting in a dense forest, sweet and cool with the air of the sun and the moon, and the third smell is sweet and honey.
Qiao Fengtian is not a fragrant idiot, nor does he have much contact with these things, but just by looking at it with his eyes and smelling it with his nose, he knows that it is a good thing. He looked down at such a small square box and sighed softly, not knowing what to say for a while.
He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Zheng Siqi.
The phone number was the last time Zheng Siqi came here, he left it, and he added the person's name to the contact list again, and he was suddenly happy as if he had lost it and found it again, indescribable and very subtle.
Zheng Siqi was eating in the staff cafeteria. One spoonful of Shanghai green and one spoonful of bloody tofu made Zheng Siqi so salty that he even ordered three bowls of tomato soup. When the phone vibrated, I took it out to check.
"Mr. Zheng, I can't ask for this. I asked Zao'er to take it back tonight."
Zheng Siqi put a chopstick of rice into his mouth and replied, "No, keep it."
"You're losing money. I can cook a meal for at most 20 yuan a day, enough for three people, and Yun Zao'er's head is less than 7 yuan. Your box of things has been booked for the second half of the year."
Zheng Siqi saw that he was calculating clearly, so he couldn't help but leaned against the tip of his nose with a low smile, and continued to reply, "Seeing that there is incense in your house, I thought you should like it, and if you like it, keep it."
Qiao Fengtian rested his forehead, leaned against the sofa and clicked the screen, "There are cockroaches in the old house. I only put one because the quilt smelled like mothballs. I really don't pay attention to this."
"Then I gave it all."
"You… you can send him back."
Zheng Siqi took a sip of the soup and replied, "My colleague brought it from abroad. I didn't spend any money. You can use it at ease, I don't need it."
"Dare you are borrowing flowers to offer Buddha."
Zheng Siqi was happy again and replied, "I'm so sorry. You quickly ask Zao'er to bring him back to me, and I'll go back and buy a new one and send it to you, okay?"
"Hey, that's not what I meant!"
"Well, so, keep it."
Why is this person different from his initial personality... Qiao Fengtian stared at the dialog box on the phone screen and bit his finger.
The phone vibrated again, Qiao Fengtian clicked it and saw that it was from Zheng Siqi.
"Pay attention to your hands. Zheng Yu will always say that you are bleeding when he goes back. Next time you may receive a dishwasher directly by express."
Just as Qiao Fengtian was about to return, another one followed.
"Don't be embarrassed, pay on delivery."
After Qiao Fengtian finished reading, he suddenly broke down and laughed out loud while holding his mobile phone, which startled Zheng Yu and Xiao Wuzi.
Zheng Siqi, it seems that it is really different from what he imagined...