There is actually a mole between Zheng Siqi's eyebrows.
Qiao Fengtian only saw it today.
The eyebrows are like dragon moles and pearls. If there is a mole between the eyebrows, it is called "two dragons playing with pearls". In Lin Shuangyu's camphor wood box, there is a copy of "Xue Xue Ji Cun" by Lan Pusheng. The book cloud is named Lingyun on the left eyebrow, and Ziqi on the right eyebrow. "Er Dragon Playing Pearl" is a great blessing, which has the best meaning.
Fan Langxi people choose a new son-in-law, and they will definitely choose this kind of man who has a good appearance.
"Open your mouth."
Qiao Fengtian leaned against the wall outside the corridor, hesitating and embarrassed.
Zheng Siqi squeezed two cotton swabs that were placed side by side, "I'll take a look inside and just stretch it, okay?"
It sounds a little bit coaxing and negotiating.
Only then did Qiao Fengtian swallow, push the tip of his nose, lower his eyes, and raise his head with his mouth half open.
Zheng Siqi put the cotton swab in carefully, stretched out his hand and dragged his shoulder forward, "Don't lean against the wall, there is dust." He used the cotton swab to push the inner wall of Qiao Fengtian's mouth away, "Tsk, it's all rotten and red. Yes, pretty like a flower."
Qiao Fengtian couldn't speak, and hummed vaguely.
"What?" Zheng Siqi took back the cotton swab and looked at him.
Qiao Fengtian swallowed, "...it doesn't hurt very much."
Zheng Siqi raised his eyebrows, noncommittal. He fiddled with the ciprofloxacin cream in his hand, and took out an oval ice pack and handed it to Qiao Fengtian. Qiao Fengtian took it and held it in his palm, feeling moist and comfortable, still in the round shape of a pink piglet.
Qiao Fengtian forced a smile, "It's pretty cute, did Zaer pick it?"
"En." Zheng Siqi unscrewed the ointment cap.
"Just, just stick it on, right?"
"kindness."
"Little Wuzi... Little Wuzi sleeps honestly, right? Yesterday? I took him to bed before, but he didn't recognize the bed, but he was honest."
"kindness."
Qiao Fengtian didn't know where he was wrong. He used to think that when people get angry, they can shake the mountains; he did not know that there are people like Zheng Siqi, who are unhappy in their hearts, but also deeply restrained, not relying on words, but only on eyebrows, tone, and tone. The posture and even the frequency of breathing can make you feel a little uncomfortable. When you are conscious, you realize that the other party is silently unhappy.
Qiao Fengtian thought he was causing him trouble again, "I'm sorry."
Zheng Siqi's hand was stagnant when he handed the cotton swab. The cotton swab was stained with amber ciprofloxacin, mixed with menthol, and it smelled cool and refreshing. Zheng Siqi's knuckles pulled the cotton swab.
Before Qiao Fengtian said sorry, he didn't realize that he made a sullen look on his face.
Are you angry
feel like.
What are you angry about
Not sure.
Sometimes, emotions do come for no apparent reason, and there is no sign of warming up. Although I am getting older day by day, it is not easy to be as impulsive as when I was young, so unreasonably sudden emotional expansion, but after all, it is a person, and there is a wave of three stacks in my heart after all.
But mostly to close relatives and close friends.
What is Qiao Fengtian? Thinking of him as a friend in my heart, I was always startled like a bunny, and when I touched the tip of his ear, I wished I could jump out two miles in a hurry. Just draw half a circle, point to the three-eighth line, don't cross the line, don't come over, my site, I will handle my affairs myself, it has nothing to do with you.
He covered his weak underbelly tightly and wrapped it tightly. Fully armed, fully timid to take a step forward.
But according to Zheng Siqi, he is obviously a thin, small man with slumped shoulders. He has a big heart and a broad heart. He is gentle, gentle and generous, and he can tolerate everyone he cares about or not, but he doesn't care about himself. .
This kind of indescribable dedication-type character, he is very uncomfortable to see.
Very inexplicably upset.
If he catches up with the time when he was in high school, he would have pulled his collar and scolded him in his ear.
Who do you think you are
Iron or bronze
What's wrong with bowing your head and showing weakness
Who can look down on you
If you don't say anything, you break your teeth and swallow blood in your stomach, right
Who can give you money to spend three melons and two dates, right
Zheng Siqi was not very angry for a long time. He learned from his father Zheng Hanweng, and learned eight points from Qing Gu, who was a husband of Xianyun Yehe, who was rafting and fishing for Hanjiang snow alone. You can smile and laugh with anyone, and when you see something outrageous, it’s okay to just sit on the sidelines and say nothing.
Ping is like an old monk who has no problems except for the grains.
It was him Qiao Fengtian.
How could he be so capable, how could he be so unhappy.
"I'm sorry."
Zheng Siqi pressed his wound in front of him, gasped when he saw the pain, his eyes were moist, and he grinned and wanted to step back.
"Don't hide." Zheng Siqi's tone was like that of a familiar elder in the family, "Now that you know it hurts, why didn't you hide, why didn't you go to the outpatient clinic?"
Qiao Fengtian didn't back down, and pressed his teeth tightly to let him paint.
After a fuss, Du Dong dragged him to the outpatient clinic. Qiao Fengtian didn't have that in mind, and quickly caught up with the girl's parents, wanting to explain it well, trying to make up for it or not, apologized, or let the man stand and punch one or two more times. As long as he can't push Qiao Liang to court, he can do whatever he wants.
It's just that men and women don't seem to want to talk to him anymore. They enter the ward and slam the door hard. No matter how much Ren Qiao Fengtian waits, no matter how much he knocks, he doesn't pay attention or open it. .
Later, the nurse at the nurse station came with the head teacher on duty and the security guard in the hall, and politely and unreservedly drove him and Du Dong out of the nursing ward building.
Qiao Fengtian tensed his heartstrings and tensed the corners of his mouth. He sat in the hall for a long time. Qiao Liang's intensive care ward ran back and forth seven or eight times, and the nurse on duty was so disturbed and troubled that he wished he could just drive people away.
Sir, I didn't wake up, I said people didn't wake up!
Zheng Siqi applied the ointment and frowned for a while.
"I see that your congestion won't go away in a day or two, so you have to go to the pharmacy to prescribe a panax notoginseng pills, you know? Any pharmacy sells them for more than ten yuan a box, and you might be able to swipe your medical insurance card. Get a discount."
Zheng Siqi reached out and brushed his hair on the temples, "The hair is long, and it's all glued to the medicine." He wanted to put it behind his ear, but after thinking it was wrong, he stopped for a while.
Zheng Siqi was quite surprised that the other party didn't shrink his neck to hide.
"What's the matter with your injury?" Zheng Siqi asked.
Qiao Fengtian also told the truth.
Zheng Siqi seemed to be pondering, looking at the corner of his mouth without speaking.
As the sun sets, there is a dim light from a partial window in the corridor. Zheng Siqi's nose bridge is smooth on one side and dark on the other side. Like him, he is always open and bright, with a cloudless appearance.
But once you touch it, you can still detect it. Inside this person is a deep pool of water, and his face is quiet and peaceful, and he can even rub into a scene of shredded gentle evening stars.
Taishan collapsed in front of him and stood still. This kind of person may be the rain, the wind, the few deserts, the lush mountains. When he looked up, he realized that he had always been in the distance of a big dream.
"Wait, I'll make a call."
Zheng Siqi took out his mobile phone, pressed it twice on the screen, then held the mobile phone to his ear, turned around and turned into the stairs of the green fire passage.
Qiao Fengtian didn't know who he was going to call, what he was going to do, and what else he had to say, so he put on his mask again and waited for him quietly.
Zheng Siqi's phone call was not long, about five or six minutes. The voice was deep and gentle, and it could be heard intermittently once or twice, as if greeting an old friend, with a low laugh from time to time.
The vocal cords are the last organ to degenerate, and there is magic in the words of a nice person, and Zheng Siqi has it. Healing wounds, giving comfort, but he said a light witty, light and cold humorous words with a smile. If it must be concrete, it will be like a soft and slightly sweet pumpkin, but it contains a sense of solidity.
Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but took a step forward. The wall covered half of him, and he could only see in the corridor, the bridge of his nose pulled out high, and his chest rising and falling along his breathing.
Qiao Fengtian thought very emotionally about Zheng Siqi and about Zheng Siqi. so that he did not dare to get too close. In his heart, Zheng Siqi's image is empty, vague, with a gentle and modest outline, and Qiao Fengtian can't see the core of it.
It's because Zheng Siqi's kindness towards him never shows any purpose.
It's just like what grows out of the body, naturally, as it should be, without root and cause, without cause.
Qiao Fengtian rejoiced that he was not a man of scrutiny. It was one thing to be grateful to him, but it was another matter how different Men Qinger himself was from people like Zheng Siqi.
He looked deeply for no reason, so that when Zheng Siqi finished the phone call and turned around, Qiao Fengtian didn't have time to take back his heavy gaze.
"you… "
"I..." Qiao Fengtian's cheekbones became hot, and he hurriedly raised his hand to touch the bridge of his nose to cover it up, "I'm blowing the wind, you're done?"
"En." Zheng Siqi pushed down his glasses, "Call Wen Lijia."
The person he was talking about, Qiao Fengtian, did not know.
"When I was in college, he was the president of the student union of the School of Political Science and Law." Zheng Siqi looked down at him. "In the first semester of college, he passed the judicial examination all the way, and returned to the United States with a full scholarship."
Qiao Fengtian was startled.
"Now I own a law firm, I'm not in the local area, I've taken over a lot of traffic accident practice, and I'm good at it." Zheng Siqi touched his chin, "I told him about your brother's general situation, I don't know the details, just Speaking roughly, according to his meaning, most of them are private, don’t be afraid of being chased by family members and make trouble, you won’t suffer in court, don’t be afraid, it’s easy to win.”
Zheng Siqi took a step forward and put his hand on Qiao Fengtian's shoulder, "Don't worry about it, it's normal for people to be mad at what they say. When they calm down and consult a lawyer to sort out the pros and cons, naturally they won't just focus on it. Thinking of making trouble for you. Don't worry too much, trust me."
Qiao Fengtian looked at him with slightly bright eyes and pursed lips.
Zheng Siqi continued, "Don't be afraid if you really want to go to court, he will come to Linan at the end of the month, I can take you to see him, you can tell him the details you want to tell him, he owes me an adult from the university, he must be I'll help you honestly, eh?"
"I am here."
Zheng Siqi smiled, like the warmth of spring and the sun.
He focused on looking at people's appearance. In fact, it was very easy to make people connect with Wen Moli, the infiltrating late moon breeze.