But for a month or two, Qiao Liang was full of debris in the stairway. Old newspapers, unpacked corrugated boxes, clanging cans and pots of dead green plants. It was full of people, as thin as Qiao Fengtian, and he had to turn his side when going upstairs.
Qiao Fengtian came to give the eldest brother a cool summer quilt. The quilt is light and comfortable, close to the body and does not cover sweat. It was a set given by Qiao Fengtian when he was doing business in the bank. The color of peach powder is a little frivolous, and Qiao Fengtian doesn't use it normally, so he brought it along.
Before I came, I didn't have time to talk to Qiao Liang. Qiao Fengtian remembered that he was off on Saturday.
Qiao Fengtian stood upright at the door, and after ringing the doorbell several times, no one came to open the door.
"It won't be there..." Qiao Feng stomped his feet, frowned and muttered, and rang the doorbell again.
Only then did we hear the faint sound of footsteps from far to near in the iron gate.
"… Who?"
The child's cool childish voice was answered by Qiao Shanzhi.
"I, little five, your uncle."
"Hey!" Xiao Wuzi shouted loudly, with laughter, "Uncle wait, Xiao Wuzi will open the door for you."
Xiao Wuzi stretched out his hand and unscrewed the door lock with a "click". Seeing Qiao Fengtian, his dark eyes instantly lit up, "Why is Uncle here?"
Qiao Fengtian touched his head, and as soon as he put it on his scalp, he saw him squinting and shrinking his neck, so he couldn't help laughing.
"Is it on you again?" Qiao Fengtian withdrew his hand, "The uncle won't touch it anymore."
Xiao Wuzi shook his head, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll pour a glass of water for my uncle."
Qiao Liang is a very diligent person. Like Qiao Fengtian, only one person can keep the house clean and bright. Whether it is a new place or an old residence, it does not hinder his desire to live a good life. It's just that Qiao Liang's behavior is more male, and he can't optimize every detail.
Just like the dining table, Qiao Fengtian and Qiao Liang can be wiped clean and tidy, but Qiao Fengtian will also put a vase of flowers on it.
"Where's your dad? Aren't you at home? Are you alone?"
Qiao Fengtian went in, put the handbag on the coffee table, and went back and forth a few times. Except for the little five, no one was seen.
"Dad's not here." Little Wuzi focused on holding a porcelain cup filled with hot water, and carefully placed his steps in Qiao Fengtian's palm, "I went out in the afternoon, saying that I have something to do with my co-workers. "
Qiao Fengtian stooped and put the water glass on the coffee table, raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "I'll leave you alone until now?" Flowing into a bright piece.
Xiao Wuzi blinked and nodded truthfully.
"What about dinner?"
"Daddy made it, just heat it up in the microwave..."
"It's true." Qiao Fengtian raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, and looked at the little five sons up and down, "Your family is really big."
Qiao Fengtian took Xia Liang's quilt into Qiao Liang's bedroom. The room that Qiao Fengtian rented to Qiao Liang was a two-bedroom, separated by a small corridor, not next to each other. Who knew that Xiao Wuzi had just arrived in the city and was not used to sleeping alone, so he had no choice but to set up a small bed in Qiao Liang's bedroom. A square wooden desk was placed beside the bed, next to the window.
That table lamp was bought by Qiao Fengtian in the bookstore for the little five sons. The shopping guide said that it was a lotus flower with bright tongues, and said that it was eye-protecting and eye-saving and energy saving. Qiao Liang wanted to wave his hands and leave, but Qiao Fengtian looked down at the little five with a reluctant expression on his face. After sending the father and son away, he turned around and bought the lamp.
Qiao Fengtian reached out and touched the bridge's bed, and pressed it down again. There is only a layer of flocculent, and the dry board is firm, but it is not too soft.
Next time, bring a new quilt to the bed, there is still a spare set at home. Qiao Fengtian sat on the bed with his palms against the bed, looked up at the ceiling lamp on the ceiling, and sighed briefly.
He was disappointed.
In fact, it was false to send Xia Liang's quilt to Qiao Liang, and I wanted to see if his brother was real.
What happened before made him feel like a clump of weeds, messy, untidy and messy. That feeling is indescribable, neither like sadness nor confusion, but more like anxiety mixed with some anxiety. Like in a dream, I saw a shadowy figure trapped in the middle of the water island, so I stomped my feet anxiously and tried to call for help. I only turned around in place, and when I looked around, I found that there was also a lot of water around me, and I was trapped. move.
Living in Linan, he always lacked such a sense of security. When I was young, I was holding my grandmother and next to my dad, and then I felt that the small gaps in my heart were filled; when I grew up, only when I looked at Qiao Liang's tall and broad back and his gentle smile, did I realize it. Practical and comfortable.
His reliance on his eldest brother sometimes felt beyond his normal feelings. It's like treating the other party as himself who has stripped away the other half of his spiritual flesh. If the other party can live smoothly, then it seems to have achieved 50% of his life value.
Qiao Fengtian also firmly believed that if there was only one person left in the world who still wanted him to live freely, that person could only be Qiao Liang.
Qiao Fengtian squeezed the bedding under him.
Xiaowuzi peeled a navel orange for Qiao Fengtian, and Bailuo took it away carefully, broke eight petals with a fruit knife, put it into a clean small plastic plate, and carried it into the room.
"Uncle, eat oranges."
Qiao Fengtian turned around, raised his waist and straightened his upper body. He picked up a small one from the plate and put it into his mouth, "I haven't seen you for two days, I feel like you've grown again." I picked a big one and sent it to Xiao Wuzi's mouth, "Open your mouth, this is very sweet."
Xiao Wuzi twisted his mouth and said, "Isn't it long..."
"Is one meter two long overdue?"
"Well, just a little bit more to reach one meter three." Xiao Wuzi lowered his head and wiped the sweet and sour juice from the corner of his mouth with his hand.
"It's incredible." Qiao Fengtian gestured to the height of a small pony. "When I was as old as you, your dad could even step on my head when he jumped up next to me."
Xiao Wuzi knew that he was exaggerating, "My dad is like a grandfather, and my uncle follows my grandma."
Qiao Fengtian was stagnant.
It is true that Lin Shuangyu was not tall when he was young, but he did have thick eyebrows, fair and thin. Just by looking at the face, the mother and son were extraordinarily imagining.
Xiao Wuzi suddenly stood up on the opposite side, took two steps forward, and leaned towards Qiao Fengtian.
Qiao Fengtian let him come over and tightly cling to his arm, turned his head and asked him, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Wuzi lowered his head and pinched his fingers, not speaking.
"Is there anything I'm embarrassed to say?" Qiao Fengtian lowered his head to look for his deeply buried chin, "Is there something you want to eat? Say, my uncle will make it for you on Monday."
Xiao Wuzi shook his head like a rattle, glanced at him quickly, and quickly withdrew his inquiring gaze.
Qiao Fengtian stretched out his cool fingers to hook the tip of his nose, and told him gently, word by word, "Boys should be more generous, say anything if you have anything, it's fine."
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Zheng Yu
"I want... I want... I want Uncle..."
Qiao Fengtian jumped out as he listened to him squeezing ointment. Don't worry, just wait patiently, reach out and pick the orange petals and put them in your mouth.
"I want my uncle to accompany me to the sports meeting."
Qiao Fengtian stopped chewing and asked, "A sports meeting?"
The little five grinned and touched the back of his head, "… Well, the Spring Games. The teacher asked us to bring our parents to participate, but Dad has to work, I-I dare not say… "
"You're hesitating about this for a long time?" Qiao Fengtian laughed and laughed.
Xiao Wuzi nodded and twisted the hem of his clothes into a bunch of twists, "Because, because Uncle, you and Dad are both very busy..."
Qiao Fengtian did not speak.
This child's obedience and understanding are etched in his bones. Qiao Fengtian is happy that he is so calm and gentle, polite and knows how to advance and retreat; sometimes he is sad, worried that he will be kneaded, beaten and pinched since he was a child. Afraid that when he grows up, he realizes that his family is lacking and that he is not loved by his biological mother, so that he does not even have the courage to boldly control his own life.
Qiao Fengtian squeezed his rather sturdy arms and lifted his slightly slumped shoulders.
"Don't worry, uncle will definitely go."
From Taochong Lake back to the Fourth Railway Station, you have to go through the pedestrian street in the city. Linan was building Metro Line 5, and the road was closed on time after 7:00. Qiao Fengtian was caught off guard, and without a clue, he turned around and walked over the Guangshi flyover.
The predecessor of Guangshi Flyover is Yilong Bridge, which is full of Jin Yong flavor and has a long history. In several small prefaces written by an unknown literati, it was written that it was originally blue bricks and gray tiles, with a row of long willows on both sides of the strait. But no matter how splendid the street scene is, it is no match for today's frivolous change of municipal city planning. It is inevitable to peel off the old and become a huge structure of reinforced concrete.
The overpass is windy, the lights are on, and when you look down, you can see the dazzling traffic flowing under your feet. Looking ahead, is the Guangshi Building, which is always unfinished and capped. The orange tower crane standing tall in the night is still clinking, working overtime to rotate.
Qiao Fengtian put his hat on his head, and suddenly found that in the past few years, Linan City has been building non-stop.
A hammer in the east and a hammer in the west, I can't wait to show my little intention of trying to lead the rapid pace of innovation of the times. But he procrastinated again and again, turned around in the same place, and even ripped apart a small old city.
Qiao Fengtian leaned against the fence, feeling that many world affairs had facts to back them up. Sometimes people are like this.
Zheng Siqi just came back from Zheng Hanweng's house.
Zheng Hanweng hadn't seen his eldest granddaughter for a long time. He was so happy that he carefully simmered a large pot of crispy braised chicken feet, and let the girl devour a large pot while staring at the TV, and the bones became a hill. When Zheng Siqi told him that Zheng Yu was going to participate in the spring school sports meeting of Linan Primary School in two days, the old man took her to the mall to pick out a pair of cheap sneakers without a word.
The color of tender pink, with two bows as big as feet. To Zheng Yu's joy, I can't see my teeth but not my eyes.
Zheng Siqi frowned. To be honest, he doesn't believe that he can run in this thing? What is it like to be afraid that you won't be able to stumble to death
"Don't waste your retirement salary like that." Zheng Siqi poked his dad in the kitchen, "You keep your own wife."
The old man pushed his glasses and slapped his hand, "It's none of your business, it's like you have a wife! I didn't mention you and came to the door yourself?!"
"Got it." Zheng Siqi pressed his hand, "Dad, you think I didn't say it."
Zheng Yu sat in the back seat and hummed a little song all the way, dangling his legs. Zheng Siqi looked in the rearview mirror and saw that her mouth was still smeared with soy sauce that had not been cleaned from chicken feet, like a civet cat who stole its food.
"Hey." Zheng Siqi took out two pieces of tissue paper and handed it back, "Wipe your mouth, little greedy ghost."
Zheng Yu leaned forward and squinted, "Dad help me wipe it."
"Come on, wipe it yourself."
"Hmph." Zheng Yu pouted, "Uncle Xiao Qiao will help me wipe..."
Yes, killing Qiao Fengtian and cutting Hu halfway, her position in Xiao Nizi's heart is worrying.
Zheng Siqi snickered, "Dad wants to drive, but daddy has no hands."
"Look! Uncle Joe!"
Zheng Yu suddenly pointed at the front window and looked at the southeast corner of the Guangshi flyover. Zheng Siqi raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of Zheng Yu's fingertips. It was indeed a thin figure standing beside the bridge. Although he could not see clearly, his purple-red hair was fluffed up by the evening wind.
With just one glance, the car quickly drove over the overpass. Zheng Yu hurriedly turned around and leaned on the back window to look.
Zheng Siqi praised Zheng Yu with a smile, "His eyes are sharper than anyone else."
"hey-hey."
"It's still 'hehe', it's all about eating vegetables and staring at the meat on the plate, right?"
Zheng Yu wrinkled his nose and turned his head, "You hate it! You are not allowed to say it!"
"Okay, I won't say it."
As Zheng Siqi turned the steering wheel, he pressed his mobile phone and sent a text message.
Qiao Fengtian clicked on the bridge to take a look.
"Drinking wind on the bridge at night, I know why your frostbite is not getting better. Don't you go home?"
Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but look around and replied, "Are you an electronic eye?"
"Wrong, I'm a prophet."
With the short words like a cold joke, one can imagine the appearance of Zheng Siqi's 280-year-old Zhou Zheng.
Qiao Fengtian burst into a smile, his pupils shone slightly in the night, like willow branches flickering on the sparkling water. It seems that there are faint fluctuations in thought, and it is just because it is reflected in the flashing neon.
The author has something to say:
Zheng is straight, that's right~