Lu Yiming lowered his head to straighten the napkin, and pursed his lips a little embarrassedly.
"You're right."
She flipped through the menu and ordered a crispy braised pork belly, steamed chicken feet with 100 sauces, braised maihuang with crab roe, and a medium pot-sized casserole porridge with mushrooms and chicken. When the waiter pushed the bright tin trolley and put the cups and plates up, Zheng Siqi discovered this store and put the exquisite attention to every detail.
Plates, cups, plain color with blue water, painted with twigs and vines, coiled around the food placed at the end of the center of the plate. It's pleasing to the eye, but in the end it's a little less human, and it's a little less fireworks.
Zheng Yu was very obedient when he was eating. Lu Yiming didn't know if it was because of Zheng Siqi's unintentional remarks, which showed a liveliness and a smile on his face, and his words, including his words, became self-sufficient and restrained. In contrast, Zheng Siqi does feel that the communication atmosphere between the two is more comfortable and comfortable.
You don't have to reject the other person's warm, inquiring eyes, you can also consider the other person calmly.
Lu Yiming took the small bowl in front of Zheng Yu, scooped out the chestnut soup for her, and took a piece of steaming shaomaihuang, put it on her small plate, and said softly, "Try it, be careful of burning it. .", the movement of folding the towel is also very elegant.
Indeed, as Zheng Siyi said, Lu Yiming is a lively and beautiful girl.
After understanding the warm and free will of Westerners, there are still traces of Chinese girls reserved and pure. Zheng Siqi remembered that when he was studying Chinese at the Shanghai Normal University, such a girl was very popular in the department.
Although he has been in college for four years, he still has a good grasp of the overall aesthetics among the boys.
If he went back to being seven or eight years younger, he might have really moved a chord in her heart, or he might have an infinite affection for her. Dare to be crazy, dare to make trouble, not afraid to deviate from the route, and when there is a way to turn back, I yearn for this kind of cute girl who can approach and even care for such a pretty girl.
Zheng Siqi scooped a spoonful of chicken porridge, swallowed it in his mouth, and quietly listened to a light music played in the store.
But he is no longer young and rich, and he is about to be forty in a blink of an eye. So I no longer have the energy and desire to spread a burden in the fields to chase a butterfly dancing in the sky. Lu Yiming still lacked a sense of habitation for him to slowly moor and dock.
I don't feel warm and stable, and naturally I don't feel heartbroken. Looking at her, at most, she can only be regarded as an unfamiliar little sister. To see her excellent, at best, she can only be admired from a distance.
"Mr. Zheng..."
"Well?" Zheng Siqi swallowed what was in his mouth, put down the spoon and looked at her.
Lu Yiming put the half-bitten shrimp dumplings back on the plate, his eyes lingered on the tip of Zheng Siqi's nose for a while, and then he suddenly landed on the top of Zheng Yu's black lacquer head, and bent his mouth, "I feel like you don't. like me so much."
In other words, do you hate me
This is really overthinking. Zheng Siqi couldn't help laughing, and pushed the temple legs up to the bridge of his nose with his knuckles.
"No, really."
Lu Yiming pursed his lips, pushed aside the dumpling skin with chopsticks, and sandwiched a pink shrimp buried in the jelly, "But I usually contact you, and you always refuse, I know it. You come out with me. … It doesn’t look too happy. I meant to say…”
She rubbed the edge of the porcelain plate with her fingertips, "If you don't think it's necessary for us to continue, you can say it, you can tell me."
Zheng Yu didn't know why. At first, Lu Yiming was just a friend of my father's, who was beautiful and smelled good. Who would ever want to hear the sensitive word "blind date" with one ear but not the other.
But Zheng Siqi never intentionally kept these things from Zheng Yu. Hearing the other party explain it so bluntly, he didn't want to let the little girl avoid it.
Zheng Yu took a mouthful of chicken feet, raised his face with a bulging face and wanted to say something, Zheng Siqi put his index finger to his mouth, lowered his head and winked at her.
The sunlight from outside poured into the floor-to-ceiling windows, and bright white dots flickered in Lu Yiming's pupils.
She has been held and protected since she was a child, and the number of times she has not been reposted at home and abroad is very rare. When she finally met a person who seemed to be her favorite, it was inevitable that she was a little out of control. However, he was greeted with a modest and polite attitude, and although he didn't throw a cup of tea in a fit of rage, his self-esteem was ultimately frustrated and embarrassing.
Zheng Siqi seems to be very measured no matter what he says or does, but he doesn't seem like someone who hangs around with others.
"You can say that I don't think the two of us are suitable. This blind date failed, and we don't need to continue getting along in the future. You can say it more clearly and directly... "
I'd be better off being overwhelmed.
Zheng Siqi lowered his head and thought about his words.
"It's because." He put his arms flat on the table, and lined up two slender chopsticks with his hands, "You are a woman, you are very good, and you have your own pride and self-esteem. So give the other side steps. The right to go down should belong to you, not me."
Lu Yiming was startled.
She raised her drooping eyelashes with her hands, lowered her head and took a breath, and puffed out her chest, then stared at the tablecloth stretched out. After listening to Zheng Siqi's words of refusal, she found that her heart suddenly trembled uncontrollably.
She pouted indistinctly, and suddenly felt clear.
How strange.
After eating, Zheng Siqi led Zheng Yu to send Lu Yiming back to the high-end office building in the next square. Before Lu Yiming entered the elevator, he asked Zheng Siqi if he could contact him again in the future. The girl regained her calm and refreshing look, clasping her hands in front of her dress, with a decent smile on her face.
Zheng Siqi had no choice but to turn around and compared her ok.
On the way back to the small sports field attached to Linan, Zheng Siqi pulled Zheng Yu's little hand, "Are you full?"
Zheng Yu shook his head, "No."
Zheng Siqi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "A plate of pork ribs and a plate of chicken feet have fallen into your stomach, are you still full?"
"That's not as big as Zao'er's fist!" Zheng Yu stomped his foot, pouted, and lifted the backpack strap that slid down his shoulders.
It cost him more than 500 yuan for such a little thing, and Zheng Siqi scolded in his heart. He paid for the meal in the end, and took the opportunity to use the toilet to swipe the card at the cashier counter. Zheng Siqi took a look at the consumption items, and only charged an extra 42 for the service fee.
Zheng Yu bowed his waist and picked the red-stained camphor from the green leaves on the ground, pinched the stalk, put it under his nose and sniffed, and then said, "...and it's not as good as Uncle Qiao's cooking, half of it is not there. , Zao'er wants to hurry to Monday, Zao'er wants to go to Uncle Xiao Qiao's house for dinner."
Zheng Siqi Le, reached out to pick Zheng Yu's chin, "Hey, look at me, come, tell me, do you dislike the dinner I made now?" scratch.
Zheng Yu wrinkled his nose, ducked back itchy, pretended to think seriously for two seconds, and shook his head firmly.
"I still love my dad the most!"
Zheng Siqi was never worried that Zheng Yu's mind would go elsewhere in the future. On the face of it, she thought that she was sticking more tightly to herself than the cocklebur seed, but secretly pondered that she was quite content and strong. My own little padded jacket tied the stomach and taste buds to someone else at first glance. When I thought about it, it was still my own shortcomings, and it was really naive.
"Don't change the concept for me, Comrade Zheng Yu. I'm asking you to cook now, not who you love. Say it."
"Well… "
Zheng Yu asked herself to be a person with conscience, but she couldn't do it, and she opened her eyes to talk nonsense.
When we strolled back to the north stand, only a few students and parents were sparsely seated on the orange spectator chairs. Xiao Wuzi was sitting in the corner of the penultimate row on the right, looking from the back, with his waist straight, a slender and long body emerged from the orange. Looking left and right, Qiao Fengtian could not be seen.
Zheng Siqi let go of Zheng Yu's hand and followed her to the penultimate row, only to see Qiao Fengtian admitting that he had dominated the three seats, with his head resting on Xiao Wuzi's legs and sleeping with his eyes closed.
The track and field are flat and open, the sun is here, and there is no class distinction, and the ground is spread evenly and neatly. Qiao Fengtian's face was bathed in a light yellow, and the color on his cheeks was swept away by the color of the hair powder, which swept the usual faint blue and white, and he could even see the thin capillaries under the cortex. There are short, soft, shiny hairs on the upper half of the lips.
The wind blew away his forehead, revealing a full and clean forehead, like a rough stone washed and polished by years of running water, with natural smooth and gentle lines; it turns out that Qiao Fengtian sleeps, and his mouth is not the one that closes tightly and tightly. hang. Between his two lips, a small gap was opened, and looking from the gap, two neat teeth were faintly revealed.
His face suddenly became clearer and clearer.
Xiao Wuzi lowered his head and hooked his uncle's hair, raised his face, saw Zheng Siqi and Zheng Yu standing beside him, and wanted to move, but Zheng Siqi stopped him with a gesture. Zheng Siqi waved his hand, pointed to Qiao Fengtian, and silenced. Then he handed him the two cups of rose milk cap green that he took with him on the way.
Xiao Wuzi took it as if flattered and gave him a silent thankful smile. Zheng Siqi passed over Qiao Fengtian and stretched out his hand to touch his head.
High school teenagers from other schools slipped in to play basketball on the basketball court. The bright white basketball jersey looks like a few spots of light on the playground. The basketball bounced and bounced under them, hitting the ground with a rhythmic "bang-bang" sound.
The voice was already very weak as it reached the stands with the warm wind. Like a finger tapping on the ear, it makes people sleepy and tired.
When Qiao Fengtian woke up in a daze, his throat was dry and uncomfortable because his mouth was not closed tightly. He coughed, swallowed, and moved his head away from Xiao Wuzi's legs.
"Is it numb?" He stretched out his hand and pinched his leg for him, and asked him, "If you don't pay attention, it's too cosy here..."
Little Wuzi squeezed the milk tea cup in his hand, shook his head with a smile, "No, no, uncle is lighter, like a..." Little Wuzi wanted to say that it was like a chicken sticking warmly on his lap, but when he thought something wrong, he closed his mouth in time.
Qiao Fengtian rubbed his eyelids and pointed to the milk tea cup, "Where did it come from?"
Xiao Wuzi rushed to the front row, raised his chin, and shoved a new cup that hadn't been opened in his hand. Qiao Fengtian followed his direction and looked forward.
Zheng Siqi was sitting in the front row, a lot higher than the back of the chair, and he was lowering his head. He didn't know if he was looking at his phone or fell asleep in such a posture that tests his spine. Qiao Fengtian straightened his sore and swollen lumbar disc, probed forward, and did not speak.
Zheng Yu is sitting on Zheng Siqi's lap, nestled in his arms, holding a mobile phone and playing a puzzle game that can't be named. Zheng Siqi really fell asleep with his eyelids closed, listening to the ups and downs of his breathing, smooth and even, as if he had fallen asleep.
Qiao Fengtian squinted his eyes in the sunlight, thinking that the so-called summer lack of spring sleepiness is not true at all.
When looking back, Qiao Fengtian saw a bluish erythema looming under Zheng Siqi's spine, buried in the collar of his shirt.
Qiao Fengtian suppressed the thought of death that he wanted to reach out and touch in time.
This should be invisible in normal times, but because Zheng Siqi unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, his head fell deeper, revealing a large piece of skin on the back of his neck. The area of the erythema is very small, only the size of two fingers together, and it protrudes slightly outward. But neither like a birthmark, nor like an old wound.
It's like - the tattoo looks like it's long after it's been washed off.