When Qiao Shanzhi was five years old, the only time he asked Li Xiaojing's whereabouts.
It originated from the boys who played together in the same village, perhaps unintentionally, or perhaps with malicious intent.
Hey, why don't you have a grandmother? We all have it!
My grandmother said that your father is off, off... off what? What are you talking about? !
widower!
right! widower. Hey, isn't it, little five? Hey, what are you talking about, aren't you? Does the widower mean that he has no wife
When Li Xiaojing left, Xiao Wuzi was four years old; before that, she was good at calculating and philistine, and she deserved to score three points, but she was really a piece of flesh to Xiao Wuzi, doting and doting more than Qiao Liang. More than that. So that she had no warning, and after she left neatly, Qiao Fengtian was so afraid that she would turn back one day and smuggle the fifth son away.
It's a pity that Qiao Fengtian's guess was wrong. Li Xiaojing was too far away. Regarding Xiao Wuzi, she never came back to see him again, and made another phone call.
Xiao Wuzi asked Qiao Liang ignorantly. Qiao Liang went out to work and was away from home, so he asked Lin Shuangyu with a very stern look.
Milk, what is a widower? Is it daddy? Why don't I have a mom
Lin Shuangyu's rice spoon "bangdang" for the porridge fell on the stove, and half a spoonful of the hot porridge splashed on the surface. Her face turned from red to blue and then white, her brows were tangled, and her fingers tremblingly touched the tip of Xiao Wuzi's nose.
What did you bastard say? Can you say that again!
I, I said... Is my father a widow...
The little five sons, who were less than one meter, were chased and beaten by Lin Shuangyu with the thick rattan, from upstairs to downstairs, from the beginning of the village to the end of the village. Startled, the shiny black dog next door barked loudly and loudly across a short adobe wall. The more the neighbors onlookers tried to stop and persuade him, the more Lin Shuangyu became angry, and the more difficult his mood became.
Oh yo, you are such a big grandson, don't break it, there is no second one if you break it.
Children are not taught well, they are ignorant and can't speak properly.
Don't worry, the little brat is getting older, try to talk to him slowly about your family affairs, the more you hide it, the worse it is for him, you know
They were obviously trying to persuade, but they all laughed indescribably.
Qiao Liang came back from work, brushed the dust on his head and entered the door. He saw the little five sons with bright red palm marks on their backs and a teardrop hanging from the eyelashes in Lin Shuangyu's arms, choking and sleeping. Lin Shuangyu had her back to the courtyard door, her mouth curled down, her eyebrows lowered, and she curled up on the stool with a rattan chair, silent; Holding Xiao Wuzi's thin waist, he held a palm fan in one hand and swayed slowly by his ear to drive away mosquitoes for him.
grandma...
- O sin.
Later, Xiao Wuzi had a fever for two days.
He vomited when he ate, vomited when he drank, and curled up on the brown silk bed into a small round sallow ball. Qiao Liang hurriedly called back to Qiao Fengtian in Linan City, and immediately carried him on his back, rushing to the County Children's Hospital in Lu'er Town in the dark night. Mild pneumonia, esophagus burns, high fever, severe cold, and all the problems of small and large chickens and strays are all accounted for. After three days of potions, there is not much meat to be eliminated.
Later, Xiao Wuzi no longer talked a lot in front of adults. What does the adult say, what is it, what does it say, what does it do. No hesitation, no more questions.
No matter how much embarrassment and doubts in your heart, save them all, hide them, find an open space in your heart, dig a deep hole, throw them in, fill them with soil, and bury them.
After the age of four, he was growing hard and lonely at twice the speed of the children next to him.
So when Qiao Fengtian brought the little five sons to Du Dong's house, the little five sons followed closely and didn't ask a word. What about dad? Why don't you go to Dad? Where has dad gone? Why didn't you come to pick me up yesterday? How can I stay at Uncle Zheng's house? Why are you staying outside today? Why can't I see my father today
Xiao Wuzi kept his mouth firmly on his lips and didn't ask any questions, so that the drafts that Qiao Fengtian and Zheng Siqi had agreed on for a long time were all rotten on his lips, and he couldn't use a single word.
"Is Uncle Zheng's house still comfortable?" Qiao Fengtian held his wrist and pressed his throbbing pulse.
"Well, there's a sofa in the study, and it's a big bed. Aunt Zheng's soup is also delicious. She asked me who I was and what I was at Uncle Zheng's house. I said that my father and uncle have something to do Can't take care of me for the time being, I'll be leaving soon. She just smiled and touched my head and said she didn't mean that."
Qiao Fengtian was silent for a moment, then looked down at him, "Aunt Zheng?"
The little five raised his eyes, "Well, Uncle Zheng's sister."
"Then you have to be called Big Mom, not Auntie."
Xiao Wuzi rolled his eyes and smiled. There was a puddle at his feet, so he jumped up and jumped, "But she looks very young."
Linan's teeth were white crescent.
Du Dong had long since brought Li Li back from the storage on the second floor of the Internet cafe to his new house. The house is not big, with two bedrooms and one living room. It is still a mortgage. It is located in Qingshui Longyuan, which is two stops away from the barber shop. In low-end communities, most of the houses are densely built, and they are desperately stamped to cover each other, just like a black shadow warrior in a neat arrangement of bottles, dull, blocking the sun and obstructing the eyes.
The few French phoenix trees at the intersection are of good quality. It takes two people to embrace them. They are tall and lush. In the evening wind, the leaves make a rustling sound.
Qiao Fengtian felt extremely guilty and sad. He was most afraid of keeping the child in the dark and leaving him to think wildly. When something is buried in the heart, it will not dissolve, but will take root and sprout; every thought and every worry of a person is sunshine and rain, which can cause it to grow silently and silently. long.
The less mature the mind is, the easier it is to backlash.
But before he was sure that Qiao Liang would be safe and sound, he must not say it without authorization. He couldn't give Xiao Wuzi an unmistakable guarantee.
Qiao Fengtian squatted under the tree and folded Xiao Wuzi's pants.
"I'll buy a new one next time. It's definitely not that big. It looks like it's going to go to the field to plant rice..."
Xiao Wuzi Le was about to say, "You can wear it for a few more years if you buy a bigger one." When he remembered that Qiao Fengtian didn't like it, he didn't say anything, just nodded with a smile, "Okay."
Qiao Fengtian's heart wrinkled into a ball of paper soaked in water.
"Stay at Uncle Du Dong's house for another day or two, at most a day or two... I'll be fine, I'll go home, okay?"
"Okay, Little Five got it."
Qiao Fengtian couldn't help it, "Why don't you say a few more words..."
Why don't you play tricks and act like a spoiled child? You're only eight years old.
Xiao Wuzi stopped talking, looked at the ground, looked at Qiao Fengtian, but didn't open his mouth. His dark eyes were wet as if it was raining in a cutscene. He reached out and grabbed a handful of Qiao Fengtian's collar, and then used his thumb to carefully crush the light blue where Qiao Fengtian was lying on the silkworm.
Du Dong went downstairs, patted Xiao Wuzi's head gently and took him away. Li Li, who was following behind, turned around and said "don't worry" to the angel Qiao Feng, and Qiao Fengtian waved at the little five who kept turning back. When they got up, they turned around and left.
Qiao Fengtian really couldn't stay. The hospital called, Qiao Liang was about to wake up tonight, and the family members came as soon as possible.
He went to the Linan Municipal Party Committee Hospital over and over again, so that he couldn't remember the south gate and the north gate. Now he can almost touch the ICU with his eyes closed.
Conversation is prohibited in the corridor, smoking is prohibited, and family members are prohibited from staying for long periods of time. Qiao Fengtian was an exception tonight. He could stand on tiptoe unscrupulously, and through the clear glass square window above the door, he could look firmly at Qiao Liang, who was lying quietly on the bed, with a thick gauze on his head and his eyes closed. .
The quilt-covered abdomen rose and fell, showing that he was alive.
Tiptoe is very tiring, and the calf is constantly releasing lactic acid. However, Qiao Fengtian was reluctant to settle on his heels, so he propped up repeatedly and lowered his forehead to the glass. The cold temperature penetrated into the heaven through a layer of forehead and soaked into the brain.
He suddenly remembered a sentence he had seen before.
In fact, airports have seen more sincere kisses than wedding halls, and hospital walls have heard more prayers than churches.
Ability is very important, money is very important, to respect capable people, to respect money. But life is more important.
Qiao Liang is not as famous, has no money, and no ability, but it does not prevent Qiao Fengtian from trying his best to hold him and protect him. Everyone knows what happened back then, and the young men who volunteered to teach didn't say a word and didn't give any explanation. Qiao Liang resented that everyone only pointed at Qiao Fengtian's spine, and never considered what the other party did.
Qiao Liang is stupid and a gentle person who is often so angry that he weeps, but his head is so hot that he ran to the small dormitory where the young man was hiding alone at night, and he picked up a brick and gave him a scoop of it. A person who didn't kill chickens was smeared with bright red blood.
Qiao Feng woke up at night, fetched water in a low voice tremblingly, and wiped his face and hands for Qiao Liang, who was panting in panic.
Qiao Fengtian hugged him and cried like an idiot, saying intermittently, brother, don't panic, don't be afraid, if he really calls the police and takes responsibility, I'll say I did it, and I'll go to jail for you Going to prison, I'm young, I won't be punished severely, and I'm not afraid of ten or eight years.
Over time, it became a joke, neither of the two brothers mentioned it, and neither of them forgot.
If you want to put all your energy in the rest of your life on one person or one thing, of course, you will be unwilling, and of course you will be distressed, but if it must be such an inevitable situation, Qiao Fengtian will definitely not hesitate to do what he thinks.
Qiao Liang woke up at eight o'clock.
A big gang rushed into the ward, and the director was held in the center. Qiao Fengtian was squeezed into a small corner.
It is almost impossible to move the limbs voluntarily, only a simple call to open the eyes, but the response is very slow and slow, the eyes are scattered and confused, and there are occasional reactions to tears. He had to put a ventilator in his neck, couldn't eat, and could only babble in his throat, like a newborn baby.
Qiao Fengtian made the worst plan, but his heart sank uncontrollably.
The director took the flashlight to test the pupil's reaction, and waved to Qiao Fengtian across the moving heads in white.
"Family, come, come to my office."