Zheng Siqi can't wait for potted plants, lacks the strings to grow flowers, and can grow from roots to thorns without paying attention.
The only pot of mountain roses on the window sill of the office was forcibly stuffed by Mao Wanjing, who had taken marriage leave, and asked him to take care of it. Most of the things entrusted by others did not dare to neglect. Zheng Siqi poured a cup of white water for Qiao Fengtian and Zhan Zhengxing each, and then took a small scoop and poured it into the flowerpot carefully.
"Zhan Zhengxing."
As soon as the kettle was put down, Zheng Siqi loosened his tie and supported the desk with one hand, "Don't let me ask, what's going on."
Zhan Zhengxing looked at Qiao Fengtian, Qiao Fengtian raised his eyebrows and swept a knife - what are you looking at me for? Waiting for me to give you a slap in the face, and return your scum
Zhan Zhengxing blinked - as long as you don't make a big deal in school! please.
Qiao Fengtian's back was straight, he was standing against the wall, and he sneered with his arms around him.
"I, I beat the guy in the shop." Zhan Zhengxing put the water on half of his fiery handsome face, and gave an ambiguous answer that compromised the facts.
Fuck your motherfucker. Qiao Fengtian cursed in his heart, but didn't say anything.
"Hit someone?" Zheng Siqi turned over two or three pages of the lesson plan, and raised his eyebrows under the lens, "What's the reason?"
"It's just... I'm talking about it." Quickly glanced at Qiao Fengtian, Zhan Zhengxing smiled shyly, "I don't care about it, I just want to be the first bird, people are not happy, I want to come over I... what about me..." He lied without changing his face and heartbeat, and typed one without a draft.
Zheng Siqi smiled and pointed to the sofa next to him, looking at Qiao Fengtian, "You sit."
"Farewell." Qiao Fengtian touched the bridge of his nose, "I just ran so hard, I feel bad when I'm sitting, and I have something to talk about."
Zhan Zhengxing didn't know where the sudden confidence came from. He tilted his head and touched his neck, "Then what do you think?"
"I want you to stand up straight and give me a punch."
"Are you unreasonable?"
Qiao Fengtian listened to a joke, "Do you have the guts to reason with me?"
"That's what he volunteered!"
Zheng Siqi, who was on the sidelines, was suddenly caught in the fog, and the two of them asked and answered questions. It seemed that such a thing was far less simple than a group fight.
In fact, in comparison, college teachers are easier to do. You don't have to struggle with the one-half percent enrollment rate, and you don't have to work overtime and stay up late to prepare your lesson plans. Most things can be relaxed with eyes open and closed. The salary is high or low, but the social status is quite high.
Zheng Siqi is the kind of college teacher that students love very much. Less naming, no procrastination, and no hanging. The lectures are interesting and vivid in class, there is basically no homework after class, and the key points at the end of the term are also neat and clear. The components are integrated into word documents, and each person has one. He has worked in Lili University for more than ten years, and every time he takes the comprehensive quality assessment, he is in the lead in the Humanities Institute.
Mao Wanjing's score is not high, and he said that students are superficial, and they like a handsome and tall male teacher like you.
Zheng Siqi replied to her that you can join half a class of students a year, and you are more likely to be arrested than anyone else if you arrive late and leave early. No one blames you or anyone else.
Today is something that has to be taken care of.
Qiao Fengtian, who was standing on the side, was angered by Zhan Zhengxing's words "voluntary".
What is voluntary
Is it what people say
Volunteering, you can give a shit like that to be ruined like that
What happened to Lida
What comes out of the heavy copy is not necessarily not a scum!
"Oh no!"
Before Zheng Siqi stepped forward to stop him, Qiao Fengtian slammed the cup on the coffee table and grabbed Zhan Zhengxing's collar. He punched him firmly on the other side of his intact face. The beating made Zhan Zhengxing's center of gravity sideways, and crouched on the armrest of the sofa.
Qiao Fengtian rubbed his wrists and said sternly, "If Lu Zhichun is sent to the Liyuan Hospital, he will be killed later, don't you know? You know because who doesn't? Approaching Zhan Zhengxing's ear, "you are a student, I don't want to make everyone know about your bad things in your school, but please learn to be responsible for your behavior in the future. How about, as long as you don't bully the people around me, understand?"
Zhan Zhengxing buried his face in the socket of his elbow, just nodded without answering.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng." Qiao Fengtian stood straight and breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Zheng Siqi who was stunned by the side, "I'm sorry to trouble you, it's over, let's go." After speaking, he turned and left the office.
Zheng Siqi walked quickly to Zhan Zhengxing's side, and held him by the shoulders to make him sit upright on the sofa.
"How is it? Take your hand and let me see."
Zheng Siqi saw him with his head lowered and his hands straight, "It's alright... It's alright... It's my fault or I'm wrong, so don't ask..." Zhan Zhengxing showed rejection and refused to talk about the details.
Zheng Siqi thought for a moment, got up and took the gloves and scarf, then passed by Zhan Zhengxing, and put a medical card of his own into his hand, "If you feel uncomfortable, go to the infirmary to have a look, if you don't want to go, just rest in my office for a while, and drink water if you want. It's up to you. You decide things for yourself, if you don't want to say anything, I won't ask more. "
Under the sun, Qiao Fengtian's slightly faded hair color was still dazzling. As a result, when Zheng Siqi drove to catch up, he was on the edge of the road at a glance, and saw Qiao Fengtian's straight back, standing under a huge French phoenix tree. He was reaching out to stop it, but the traffic was in a hurry, and there were no empty taxis.
When Qiao Fengtian heard the wind breaking behind him, he turned sideways to give way to the oncoming car, but the sound of the engine approached, so he did not move forward. He turned his head in confusion and looked at a champagne-colored Volvo parked beside him.
Zheng Siqi rolled down the car window and smiled at him, "If you want to go to Liyuan, I'll take you there. This section is not very easy to take a taxi."
It was the same outfit, only a grey scarf was tied around his neck, and a pair of black leather gloves were put on his hands.
Although the sun was shining, the temperature was below freezing, and it was frosty. Qiao Fengtian shrank his neck, buried his chin in the collar of the down jacket, and turned his eyes back to the road, "You don't need to protect the calf like this, I have no plans to trouble Zhan Zhengxing again, you can rest assured."
"That's not what it means, just send it to me and leave."
"I said." Qiao Fengtian smiled, "Are college teachers rushing to wipe their students' butts like you are? To put it bluntly, this matter has nothing to do with you, right?" Qiao Fengtian was really puzzled, but he was just angry. Well, it doesn't sound like much.
"It's just the teacher's duty, you can't just ignore it." Zheng Siqi was neither angry nor annoyed, he put on his glasses, and when he heard the horn of a car behind him, he reached out and opened the passenger's door for Qiao Fengtian.
"Come on, there's a car rushing."
Qiao Fengtian only has a vocational high education degree, which is very low. He speaks plainly and has no culture. Although it is not at the level of inferiority and self-loathing, when dealing with certain human beings, it will involuntarily bring restraint.
Just like Zheng Siqi, a gentle and polite university teacher.
Zheng Siqi's car drove gently on Qingnian Road. The car was warm and dry. There was only an amber-colored hollow square box in the front window, stuffed with sweet and fragrant wood. But the seat cover in the back row is a peach pink with a few round faces and short legs printed with hello kitty, which looks extremely awkward.
Qiao Fengtian guessed that this person should have a little girl who likes pink.
"Are you still studying?" Zheng Siqi saw Qiao Fengtian leaning against the back of his chair and didn't speak, and took the initiative to break the deadlock with a smile, "Are you studying in Lishi?"
Qiao Fengtian sprayed under the mask.
"Going to school? You mean me?" Qiao Fengtian rolled his eyes, pulled the broken hair on his temples behind his ears, and turned his head to face him, "How old do you think I am?"
Zheng Siqi was confused, turned the steering wheel in a circle to the left, turned his head to look at Qiao Fengtian carefully, and saw that he was wearing a black earring on his right earlobe, "Ten... Nineteen twenty." Said a year older.
"I'm quite happy when you say that." Qiao Fengtian gave Zheng Siqi a thumbs up, "but I'm twenty-nine years old, so I'm not fake."
Zheng Siqi also smiled, with an unbelievable look on his face, and joked, "You have to have a degree when you are young."
"No way, my parents gave birth."
A joke-like misunderstanding broke the deadlock of silence, making Qiao Fengtian no longer feel restrained.
He found that this man was actually very easy to laugh. Not the kind of perfunctory politeness, but more similar to a warm and inclusive temperament. He doesn't look young either, with an appearance in his mid-thirties, but with an uncommon simplicity and neatness, where he looks harmonious and appropriate without being excessive, and the distance between him is subtle and just right.
In comparison, as a person, wherever you put it, you will escape. The face is good, the character is good, it is sharp like a thin blade and thin and easy to break. Qiao Fengtian often thinks this is not good because what he has experienced contributes to his character, but he doesn't know how to change it easily.
"Mr. Zheng." Qiao Fengtian raised his mask.
"Just call Zheng Siqi." He pressed the horn lightly, "As soon as you call Mr. Zheng, you always want to answer your questions after class."
"What do you teach in college?"
"Modern and contemporary literature. Ancient Chinese literature has also helped people take classes for several semesters, but they are not very good, and no one has taught them in detail."
Qiao Fengtian continued to ask, "Then have you ever thought about it... A top university like you will also cultivate social scumbags?"
Qiao Fengtian saw the sunlight cast a long and narrow shadow on the side of Zheng Siqi's nose.
In Lv Zhichun's ward, Lv Zhichun was bored on his phone, hanging the last bottle of IV. Qiao Fengtian brought a packed bowl of pearl glutinous rice porridge, and held a bunch of bright yellow gladiolus in his arms.
"This?" Lu Zhichun blinked, "This flower?"
"Someone gave it to you." Put the bouquet and the porridge bowl on the table. "The doctor said that you can only eat light food for the time being, and you can't eat too much, so you should have a bowl of porridge first."
"Who sent it?" Lu Zhichun continued to ask. He knew that according to Qiao Fengtian's temperament, he would never pay for these flashy things, but in Linan, he was also lonely and had no friends who would send flowers.
"That scumbag head teacher."
"Ah?!" Lu Zhichun was shocked, "You just went to the school to find him?! You, you put him..."
"He he he he he fart."
Qiao Fengtian put the porridge bowl into Lv Zhichun's cold palm, and threw a plastic spoon into it, "Don't worry about it. Just remember, from now on, you will have nothing to do with this person. He won't come. Harassing you, I advise you not to go to him again. While it's hot."
Lu Zhichun glanced at the bouquet, and then lowered his head to stir the porridge bowl.
"Brother Joe... Thank you."
"Hey, that's it!" Qiao Fengtian waved his hand, "Don't be disgusting with your polite words. Go back and take care of your body better than anything else. Look at people in the future, grow your heart, and bring your brains."
Zheng Siqi didn't enter the ward, picked out a bunch of gladiolus and asked Qiao Fengtian to bring it to Lv Zhichun, and left without saying much. Sitting on the side watching Lv Zhichun drinking porridge, Qiao Fengtian still thought about what Zheng Siqi said.
Zheng Siqi straightened the steering wheel, looked at Qiao Fengtian, and smiled, "The scum is not scum, and that small probability event cannot be generalized by taking an example. Besides, the college entrance examination can indeed screen out the level of learning ability, but Moral thinking is not under our control. Whether a person's personality is healthy or not, to a large extent, does not prevent him from entering further studies."
What Qiao Fengtian said meant something, and Zheng Siqi could naturally hear it. Qiao Fengtian asked, "So, don't you care about individual cases?"
"It doesn't matter, but it depends on the situation. It depends on the degree of influence of each case, and the scope of the spread of the case. We don't know what this student will become and what will become, but we will talk to us when we get out of the university. It doesn't matter."
Qiao Fengtian suddenly stopped talking.
This statement is clear and logical. Dividing things so clearly that Qiao Fengtian couldn't help thinking that he was an exquisite egoist.
"Send me to the hospital, you're not too busy or kind-hearted, you just don't want to leave some words in the mouths of students and others, right?" Qiao Fengtian said jokingly.
Zheng Siqi pushed up his glasses, noncommittal, "If you have to say so, it's okay."
This person is logical and has a high IQ, and he speaks and does everything flawlessly.
Putting aside the appearance, this is the integration of Qiao Fengtian's initial impression of Zheng Siqi.