He Qian and Qiao Fengtian made an appointment at Holy Mountain at ten o'clock in the evening.
Although it is neither deserted nor noisy inside, everyone seems to have drawn an invisible circle of solitude to avoid the devil. Qiao Fengtian registered his membership number at the cashier, and looked around the bar twice under the dim light, only to see He Qian sitting on the corner. He probably just finished working overtime, he was still wearing a suit and tie, he was carrying a leather briefcase, and he didn't have time to pick up a small badge on the front of his chest.
Just by looking at it like this, who can see that he is different from others.
"Wine? Coffee?" He Qian stretched his arms and reached out to remove the two pink and white petals on top of Qiao Fengtian's hair, "What is it?"
"Coffee." Qiao Fengtian glanced at it, "Flowers, from the road, from the wind."
The peach blossoms of Fuhong Road have blossomed into a lush one. The municipality excavated five tall and awkwardly located French sycamore trees at the four-way intersection the year before last and replaced them with more than a dozen peaches with clear small pollen petals. The flowering branches have brown spots, and the petals are white powder with red threads.
Citizens are not very optimistic about the superfluous act of municipal administration. They think of very beautiful plants, but they want to plant them and settle down here. Next to the noise of the city and the turbid air, they are just as unhappy as people. How many years have you been alive? If you don't have time to fight the buds, you'll have to die.
But the facts are always beyond expectations. More than a dozen green peach trees bloom quietly every other year, and the green eyes of Fuhong Road are suddenly filled with red. Not fighting or grabbing the land has become a low-key small scene.
The evening wind blew the withered and curly children, and some secretly fell in love with Qiao Fengtian, and followed him to look at other places in Linan.
He Qian ordered a hazelnut latte for Qiao Fengtian, reached out and put the petals into the Baijia field in front of him, watching it float on the pomegranate red wine juice, with the light reflected from the chandelier. He Qian leaned on the sofa in the deck and smiled at Qiao Fengtian, "How about it, is it interesting?"
Qiao Fengtian moved his face away, "It's mud and ash, you really don't care."
He Qian untied his tie with a smile and put it aside, and hurriedly ripped off the two buttons that were neatly tied around his neckline, "If you don't clean it, you won't get sick if you eat it."
"Say what you like."
He Qian put his hand on his forehead and looked at Qiao Fengtian with a smile, "You're a bachelor just because you can't see it and don't have fun, do you believe it?"
"You have what you have." Qiao Fengtian nodded perfunctorily, too lazy to answer. He snapped his fingers neatly, "You called me out today to tell me this, right?"
He Qian grinned, "Part, part."
He's former unit is busy with official business, and Qiao Fengtian's business is not easy, and the two don't get together often. It's one thing that the schedule is too slow, but more importantly, they don't want to see each other all the time, and then look at each other like mirrors to see similar selves. Anything, a phone call is enough.
He Qian was not interested in knowing that Qiao Fengtian worked 9 to 5 more than him all day; Qiao Fengtian was also reluctant to comment on He Qian's private life. In the end, the different xinxing is separated by a layer.
Qiao Fengtian rubbed the rim of the coffee cup with his fingertips, and the smooth porcelain rubbed in his hand to make a "sizzling" sound. He Qian sat opposite, just looking straight at himself. He Qiansheng has drooping eyes, looks gentle and warm, and is very popular; but if the corners of his mouth are not hooked, his curved eyes look like ridicule.
I always feel that I have to say something important, but Qiao Fengtian dare not say whether it is good or bad.
"Don't look at me like that." Qiao Fengtian laughed, "If you have a fart, let it go. You need to borrow money and say it."
He Qian rolled his eyes and lowered his head. He raised his face again and looked forward with a smile, and said in a low voice, as if he was showing off, "I have a girlfriend."
Qiao Fengtian sat up straight.
"My parents have met, and they may be getting married soon."
Qiao Fengtian was not only straight, but also stiff.
"Don't be fucking joking!" Qiao Fengtian paused to digest for a while, took a sip of coffee with the quilt, swallowed fast, and frowned when it was hot, "Just you? I believe that you were ordained to become a monk at Yuetan Temple, and I don’t believe that you can get married.”
Qiao Fengtian ridiculed He Qian for always being cold and unpretentious, "...Don't marry a man, right?"
Then you are too avant-garde, and it is considered that you have stepped out of the closet to reform and opening up.
He never heard anything. He leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his hand in the briefcase. Qiao Fengtian thought he was going to smoke, so he just pretended that he was just making a bad joke, but when he saw him take out his mobile phone, he lowered his head and pressed it twice, and called up a photo.
"Woman, don't lie to you."
He Qian put the phone in front of Qiao Fengtian - an ordinary girl with a full head curtain, hiding half of her face behind He Qian's shoulders, holding hands with him firmly. The unsuspecting appearance of conjugal love saw Qiao Fengtian violated the peace, his hair stood up, and he frowned and retreated.
"Are you looking for a marriage partner?" Qiao Fengtian guessed.
"Fart." He Qian lowered his head and pressed the screen off, "A serious girl, it's the first time to fall in love, it's very pure."
"Snapped"
Qiao Fengtian looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the tall metal sculpture in the center of Lavande Square, and at the string of flowing lights on the top. He unconsciously slapped the table with a slap, causing the metal mixing spoon to rattle the porcelain cup.
He Qian pressed him again with a smile, "Hey, can you be excited..."
"Are you a scumbag?"
Qiao Fengtian said it bluntly, his tone was neither salty nor light, and he was not very indignant. He Qian was stunned for a moment after hearing this, Zhi Yi rubbed his chin, pointed at himself with his finger playfully, turned his face and nodded again and smiled.
"Yes, yes, I admit I am."
He Qian frowned, put his hand in his hair, and stroked his slightly longer forehead back, "I can't help it."
"I'm afraid."
A melodious love song from an unnamed niche in the bar was just about to end at the end, and the short interval between the sound changes was unusually quiet, as if everyone was just breathing and didn't say a word. Qiao Fengtian looked at He Qian, looked at the coffee, and finally looked out the window to see the tall buildings built by the Linan people in the dark.
He naturally knew what he was afraid of, what he was afraid of, and what he was afraid of. He could 80% comprehend He Qian's confusion and toss and turn like a string on his neck, and his anxiety stings.
But Qiao Fengtian's worst and most unwilling thing is to hand over what he was destined to bear to others. He was deceiving people and cheating marriages before, this fact is clearly his. So no matter how dilemma his situation is, Qiao Fengtian can't agree with one in ten thousand.
Even under the circumstances, such things are now too numerous to mention.
"Why?" Qiao Fengtian couldn't understand, a small "chuan" was wrinkled between his brows, and he laughed inexplicably, "Why are you? Are you not a wave? You Aren't you letting yourself go? Aren't you... not in a hurry, not in a hurry to go back? Why did you suddenly... "
Why did you make a baseless decision, blindly blind others, and arbitrarily tamper with other people's lives.
Holy Moutain's playlist is as comprehensive as "Dong through the past and present". Just a piece of ancient jazz, this one is electronic music with a sense of technology. The tones are restful and quiet, giving the guests some vast tranquility similar to nature.
Qiao Fengtian raised his head impatiently and filled up the coffee, his heart pounding involuntarily.
"Why?" He Qian laughed, the corners of his eyes drooping deeper, "It seems that it's because of you."
Qiao Fengtian was startled, and looked straight ahead as if he heard a joke.
because I? I asked you to pretend to be a straight man to hook up with women? I let you cheat marriage? I asked you to push an irrelevant person into the fire pit of a lifetime
Fuck your motherfucker.
"Did you go to Yuetan Temple during Chinese New Year? With a tall man wearing glasses?"
What He said was certain, and there was a faint smile in the certainty. It's like saying that this matter is innocent, and then involving Qiao Fengtian into the cause and process of this matter, he can get a trace of redemption.
He Qian flicked the glass goblet holding Baijiadi, "The daughter of Director Li's house in the village east saw it, and came back with a big mouth with a torn garbage bag in her pocket, let's show you all. "
Qiao Fengtian narrowed his eyes.
"They said." The smile in He Qian's words was even stronger, and his eyebrows were flying, as if he was repeating a wonderful show to Qiao Fengtian. The people who stab the ass are stronger than before, and are better than the shady teacher who has lost half of the three souls and seven souls? Okay, it's really a bit of shit raised by a fox raised by a prostitute. , how can I be so pure, co-authoring is just eating men's work, oh my eyes really opened."
Qiao Fengtian's face turned from red to white visibly. He opened his mouth to say something, but felt that his heart was empty and couldn't say anything. It was as if a piece had been dug through, and a chilly cold wind was pouring into it.
Sadness is no longer sad, and anger has been immobilized. I only felt guilty, guilty that he had dragged Zheng Siqi down the mud pool by mistake, and let him suffer this basin of dirty water for nothing.
Qiao Fengtian touched his nose, lowered his eyelids, and tilted his head with a taut mouth, "So what? What does your marriage have to do with me?"
He was inexplicably anxious for a moment, and he lowered his head and patted the table in annoyance.
"My grandmother listened to the gossip, and when she came back, she grabbed me and told me that you were sick and you were very dirty, so let me stay away from you in Linan." He paused and swallowed, "… I said you don't care about me, I have my own arrangements for my own communication, she is not happy, she scolds me, and teaches me a lesson. Over and over." He Qian pursed his lips with a self-deprecating smile.
"Later, my dad squatted on the side and smoked a cigarette. He pressed the cigarette butt to the ground, and he said, "My first son, you." He Qian raised his eyes and stared deeply at Qiao Fengtian, "Don't talk to the second son of the Qiao family. Is it the goods on the road?"
Qiao Fengtian's heart "squeaked".
"how do you say?"
"Me? What do I say? I'm just laughing, I said how could you all be thinking about it, I said that I can't in my fucking life do a pickle like you that is so disgusting that people eat it overnight. As a result, the more I deny that all the swear words and swearing at you are not shit, the more my dad looks at me, the more doubtful I am, the more guilty I am, the more scared I become…”
He Qian rubbed the back of his neck and laughed, "Really, I'm covered in white sweat, I've never... I've never seen that look in my dad's eyes, never. I think I admit it one second, he will the next. You can take the hatchet at home and chop it to my neck."
Qiao Fengtian went out wearing a beige crew-neck sweater, revealing a deep concave collarbone that could hold water. The stitches of the clothes are fine and the barrel is wide, which makes people look thin and thin, and they sway around in the loose lapel. Sitting on the chair, he also felt a chill in vain, like opening a floodgate to release water, recalling the many layers of sadness in his heart uncontrollably.
"Fengtian."
He Qian's voice was muffled, as if it came from a closed and cramped distant space.
"I still have a sister in Langxi. He hasn't married yet, and they are still counting on me, a son who has made a living in the city. I can't say I really can't say it. I'm not a good person, I'm just fucking A stupid bastard who is selfish and not good for others! I want me to live better, I want my mom, dad and sister to live better in Langxi, I don't care if I lose my fucking life and go to hell, I don't care about anything!"
He raised his head, "That scar on your face."
Qiao Fengtian looked at him blankly and pointed to the corner of his cheek.
"You jumped into the clear pool all the way back then, and when you got it out, there was only one breath left and a bloody face. The whole village went to see it... But do you know? For more than half a year after you jumped, there was no People have washed their clothes there again, and no one will let their children dip into the water. Do you know why?"
He Qian got very close, as if afraid that Qiao Fengtian couldn't hear him clearly.
"Because they think the water is dirty."
"What's the use of your decision? Well? Can they be afraid?"
"Let me tell you, as long as you have the breath, some people have a thousand and ten thousand ways to make it difficult for you in this life."