Does that mean he's naive? immature? Is there any flaw exposed
"Why do you say that?"
Qiao Fengtian endured for a long time, but still couldn't help asking him.
"Every aspect. You can feel it from many aspects that you haven't even noticed." Zheng Siqi said slowly.
Qiao Fengtian laughed and turned the porcelain bowl in his hand, "What you said is too ethereal."
"Originally, this idea of mine came out of nowhere. If you force me to say something ugly, I can only tell you these mysterious and mysterious things." He paused, then smiled, "You Just know that every word I say about you may not be objective, but it is all positive, and I never probed into you or judged your meaning."
Qiao Fengtian was silent for a moment.
He was never afraid of the harsh words of others. He listened so much that he was able to put his left ear in and out of his right ear with ease. Every word spoken by people he doesn't care about can no longer leave a shallow or deep trace on his heart.
So many years of migrating time, so many years of intertwined chores, have been rounded and flattened by him, and melted into a layer of enamel on his heart.
But it's rare to be told that. He also suddenly discovered that even though Zheng Siqi was a bit taller than him, he never felt oppressive when talking to him.
Qiao Fengtian held the bowl in his hand, and the hot temperature was transmitted to his heart through the palm of his hand. Relax the eyelids, and then defocus, you can see the fine velvety dust particles in the air. Like an elves, he floated under the lamp idly, and he couldn't tell which one he was staring at just now.
Inexplicably, a wave of lethargy surged up on him, and he suddenly wanted to stand here all day, thinking about nothing, not doing any work, just standing and watching.
"I'll go get something." Zheng Siqi said, "You can read any book you want, and you can move any book."
Qiao Fengtian nodded and watched him enter the bedroom, turned around and wandered back and forth in the neat book list, and picked out a collection of novels by Wang Zengqi. There are several self-prefaces of Xuxu at the beginning, the first article is "Precept".
It is about a little monk named Ming Hai who lives in the water chestnut nunnery of Zhaozhuang with a group of monk brothers who live a secular life. Ming Hai met Xiao Yingzi, the daughter of a nearby family, and worked with her to make needles and thread, draw flowers and trees; Xiaoyingzi was rowing a boat on the way back to Minghai, who received the precept, and told him not to be an abbot. Minghai said naively, and Xiaoyingzi asked him if he wanted to be his wife. Xiaominghai replied loudly. ,want!
It's a very good novel to read. The tranquility and tranquility are like a paradise, which filters out the noise of the city and the hustle and bustle, and can make people smile knowingly.
"How about this one?"
Zheng Siqi came back again with a cardboard box in his hand.
Qiao Fengtian closed the book as if he was suddenly called by the teacher in class and stood up to ask questions. I only read one book in a book, and I don't dare to judge myself, "I just took it."
"That's quite a coincidence, my favorite work is also Mr. Wang Zengqi's book." Zheng Siqi pushed his glasses, "The stylized memories of pastoral utopia, the language is plain and distant, with a unique sense of prose, and the moral values included are also like fairy tale."
Qiao Fengtian heard him say a lot, "... This is the content of your class."
"The teaching plan in the PPT." Zheng Siqi smiled and tilted his head, "Is this all heard?"
"Isn't it... You are so serious about discussing this with me, I wish I could take out a small notebook and take notes."
Zheng Siqi laughed even more.
"Try this." After laughing, he handed the carton forward.
"What?" Qiao Fengtian took it, opened the lid, and there were clothes and leather gloves.
Qiao Fengtian suddenly closed the lid, handed things back, moving smoothly, in one go, "I don't want it."
"The gloves I gave you are not grenades." Zheng Siqi laughed, "You must be the kind of civil servant who is honest and upright when you go to the civil service exam."
"I don't want anything." Qiao Fengtian frowned.
"Then try it first." Zheng Siqi took out the gloves by himself. "It's been at home for a long time, so you should try it on first. Huh?"
"I have gloves..."
"Aren't you warm enough to wear?"
"Then you're not electric..."
"Trust me, good leather gloves are no worse than electric ones."
Qiao Fengtian had no choice but to take the one handed by Zheng Siqi. The leather is really good, soft and elastic, with fine texture, not rigid and dry like artificial leather. There is a light special leather scent. Qiao Fengtian put his fingers in one by one, just right, only the top of the middle finger was a little tight.
"I guess it's about the same." Zheng Siqi opened his palm to Qiao Fengtian to see, "Hey, like I can't wear it at all."
Qiao Fengtian compared his gloved hand with Zheng Siqi's, but did not stick it, leaving a small gap between the palms. Sure enough, it was shorter, and his fingertips only reached the second segment of the other party's knuckles.
"If you don't want it, I can only leave it at home and waste resources."
"… "
"kindness?"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Zheng Siqi smiled, "Although it's warmer now, it can be used next winter. It's best if your hands don't get cold all day."
Spring, even if you are not grateful, you will not care about you, and you are allowed to squander things. But if once you miss the season, you pray and catch up again, it will not care about your half-point of prosperity, and will not look back for a second for you.
Its tolerance and compassion is itself so gentle, condescending with domination. Some people treat others the same way. Unmatched positions, unequal values, and different situations separate the gap from spring to mid-winter.
Qiao Fengtian has met such a person. He is clear-headed and kind, and never shows contempt, but when he mentions all kinds of his past, he is full of compassion and sympathy. It seems that he is willing to extend a friendly olive branch to you, he is the savior of the world who comes to you, and he himself will become a little believer who has benefited from him.
The words are exaggerated, but the meaning is the same.
And Zheng Siqi is different. The kindness and respect he has with people is subdued and implicit. It is a silent background under the huge light source, with a light background.
"I really want to know..." Qiao Fengtian's heart throbbed regularly. He took off the gloves and held them in his hands, "What do you think of people like us."
Qiao Fengtian is talking about homosexuality.
Zheng Siqi glanced at him, "What do you think?"
"En..." Qiao Fengtian was looked at by him, and suddenly wondered if he was asking abruptly and thoughtlessly.
Zheng Siqi paused for a long time, wrapping his arms and resting his chin on his hands, as if sinking into a memory. At that time, he spoke clearly and slowly, word by word, "Wandering at the junction of normal and special, blending in or walking alone, exiling the mind to seek belonging."
Qiao Fengtian listened quietly.
He reclined on the bookshelf, "how to say... it's all the same, everyone has this process. Even if the content of thinking is different, the nature is the same. Who you like and who you don't like, what you yearn for and what you reject are often different. It affects the level of a person's ability, not the soundness of his personality. Above the moral bottom line, the person you love is similar to yourself, and there is nothing to criticize." Zheng Siqi's eyes did not see perfunctory and falsehood. .
"You, me, and him are all independent individuals."
Qiao Fengtian's palms were hot and his heart was ironing, "But there are always people who think that it is fundamentally wrong for people like us to love someone." Qiao Fengtian said "men", not wanting to appear so isolated and helpless.
"How come." Zheng Siqi tilted his neck, rubbed his hand under his cheek, and said calmly, "If love is also divided into right and wrong, there is no right thing in this world."
A word was like a small hammer, firmly hitting Qiao Fengtian's heart.
He suddenly felt a hot stream running down his nose, thinking it was clear water and snot, and hurriedly raised his hand to press it. But the tentacles are not sticky at all, and there is a faint salty smell. So he lowered his head and looked at his finger, and it was dyed with red blood.
"Depend on… "
Zheng Siqi raised his head in response and was startled.
"Hey, raise your neck a little, don't raise your head too hard, it will flow back."
Zheng Siqi hurriedly put down the box, and took two steps forward to pull him over, ironically, "What happened to you tonight? One after another."
Qiao Fengtian was supported by his wrist on the back of his head, looking at the ceiling. Zheng Siqi led him staggeringly to the dining table, took out two pieces of tissue paper, kneaded them into small balls and stuck them under his nose. Qiao Fengtian was so white that the blood vessels were so clear that the dark red blood stains were stained, which was always shocking to see.
"Aren't you catching a cold and having a fever, are you heartbroken?" Zheng Siqi threw the used paper balls into the trash can.
"Maybe, Jiang Tang became even hotter."
Zheng Siqi smiled, "Is it my fault?"
"No, I don't dare." Qiao Fengtian raised his face and whispered.
"I looked at my face and wiped it clean."
Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and looked straight at Zheng Siqi without speaking. He got closer, printed in Qiao Fengtian's vision, his clear nose, lips and eyebrows became clearer.
He naturally touched Qiao Fengtian's upper lip with his index finger.
"Here, there is a little blood."
After a long time, Qiao Fengtian still remembered the touch of his index finger. Like a warm red maple, after being blown away by the wind, before drifting away, he gently kissed himself.
Zheng Siqi took the gloves, together with the anthology of Wang Zengqi's novels, and asked Qiao Fengtian to take them home. Said, take the book back and read it, and after reading it, you can borrow other books to read. He also said that there is no time and space limit for things like reading, you can do it anytime, anywhere, and it's worth it.
Qiao Fengtian has not calmly lit his desk lamp for a long time and read a book full of words. Just because someone like Zheng Siqi likes this kind of book and has read and probably read more than one volume of this book, he wants to try to read it.
The fever had subsided, and Qiao Fengtian leaned on the head of the bed, spread the book on his lap, and was turning to the chapter "Da Nao Chronicle". Just after turning a page, a square piece of paper fell from the gap between the cover and the book.
Qiao Fengtian stood up and picked it up, holding the paper in his hand, only to realize that it was thin and flat, as if it had been pressed inside for a long time and had not been remembered.
A row of small ink blue pen characters on the paper are as neat and handsome as Zheng Siqi's handwriting.
"I am here, no day or I forgot. To my love." Signature, JY.
It's a love word.
The author has something to say:
Yu Hua and Wang Xiaobo's books teach people how to live soberly; Wang Zengqi's books teach people how to live with a smile. I like Mr. Wang very much.