Zheng Siqi's laugh is untraceable, but not frivolous or frivolous. He nodded as if pretending to understand, and lowered his eyebrows to rub the rim of the cup with the tips of his fingers.
He made an "oh", and the ending rose, "That's it."
Qiao Fengtian felt that he was accidentally teased or "molested".
"...I really didn't look at you." He rubbed his palms, hesitating.
Zheng Siqi continued to nod, and looked at him with a smirk at the corner of his mouth without making a sound.
Qiao Fengtian knew at a glance that he didn't believe it at all. Too many words will be lost, and if you go on, it will be full of loopholes and self-disgrace. Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and didn't say anything. He turned the page, love what he was doing, and drink water.
The pipa on the cheongsam girl's lap continued to be plucked, and sometimes the sandalwood board was lightly afraid, as clear and bright as the stream touching the pebble.
Zheng Siqi rested his chin in his palm, looked at the floor-to-ceiling window on one side, and saw Qiao Fengtian's indistinct silhouette reflected by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Peeking is tricky.
Zheng Siqi is curious about Qiao Fengtian, and this kind of curiosity can't be explained clearly. Deep in human nature, there is a deformed desire to pry, and no one can be exempted from the commonplace, it is just the difference between more and less.
Zheng Siqi has brought many students, cooperated with many colleges, and communicated with many foreign schools, which can be regarded as countless readers. From what he saw, Qiao Fengtian had a very contradictory temperament.
At first glance, he was actually very arrogant, like a fierce wild flower with thorns on the side of the road, gorgeous and humble, and extremely secretive and self-esteem to the bones. This kind of person caught a lot of people on the street. Zheng Siqi has seen too many, it is not unusual, and it is easy to see through.
In interpersonal relationships, such people are prone to make the other party feel tired, feel bored, feel helpless and angry. This is very similar to Ji Yin.
But Qiao Feng is not so monotonous and ordinary. He has a second-level personality in him.
Zheng Siqi felt that he was very gentle and cared for both people and things. But it seems that this kind of tenderness is also deeply disgusted by his own wife, like a shadowy self who is trying to avoid and escape all the time; the intention to show good to the whole world is completely denied by independent thoughts, hesitating. Again, he put on himself with the hardest enamel shell.
In Zheng Siqi's opinion, Qiao Fengtian is so "mixed".
The congenital factor of homosexuality is one aspect that can cause him to have such a complex personality, and more importantly, Zheng Siqi thinks it must be his family or experience. This part is also the blind spot that Zheng Siqi occasionally wants to spy on.
And his character is still constantly being rubbed and even reshaped, his good and bad experiences are still going on non-stop, and even a part of it is superficially overlapping with his own life.
In the post-truth era, there are too few facts and too many emotions. Getting along with Qiao Fengtian, the accumulated emotions that are too much and have nowhere to put can easily be leaked. There is distress and sympathy, helplessness, speechlessness, admiration, and joy.
Although it is not obvious, it still makes one feel rich in sensibility. This is a more delicate and intuitive feeling than reading a book and appreciating the characters on the white paper.
The dishes were served quickly, and they were all arranged, two plates and one pot, two small porcelain-white bowls with two sets of bone chopsticks attached.
Zheng Siqi squeezed one by one into his mouth.
"It's not sweet, it's just bland." He put on his glasses, reached out and pushed the plate forward, "Try this."
Biluo Shrimp is a signature product in Subang cuisine. Plain color, the tea fragrance is very light, and it seems that it can't keep the fragrance of lips and teeth as rumored.
Qiao Fengtian tried to slow down and lighten his movements as much as possible, and carefully picked up the spoon when pouring the soup, carefully orienting it, and hardly made the sound of the utensils colliding with each other. The heart is restrained, and the movements are also restrained. It is really like a high school student who is taken to the house for dinner by the unsmiling head teacher.
The two of them ate quietly, far better than the tables next to them, and they ate the Subang dishes out of the lively and prosperous spicy hot pot.
Zheng Siqi occasionally lowered his head to ask "is it enough", "how about", "are you used to eating", and Qiao Fengtian also just said "en" or nodded directly.
Pingtan was singing a piece of "Qingwen Supplements Qiu", plucked the strings, and sang the sentence "Love is difficult, heart is restless, leaning on the smoked cage, trying to overcome the silver needle."
The meal cost 470. Qiao Fengtian asked him, but Zheng Siqi only said 270. He knew very well that Qiao Fengtian was someone who cared about how much you came and went. He was afraid that he would mind, and he didn't want him to be embarrassed, so he simply said less than half of it.
Little do they know that 277 all startled Qiao Fengtian.
"...Just those two dishes and a pot of soup?" Qiao Fengtian almost said, "The plate is not as big as your daughter's face."
Zheng Siqi touched his nose and pushed the door to help Qiao Fengtian reach it, regretting why he didn't say it was seventy, "...Yes, just two dishes and one pot of soup."
"Is it March 15 soon, can I report him?"
Zheng Siqi listened and smiled, "The people are the shrimp and whitebait from Taihu Lake."
"You believe him when he says it." Qiao Fengtian followed him to the car with a bouquet of flowers, and muttered, "Then next time I fry snow peas, I say I imported them from the Netherlands, do you believe it?"
Zheng Siqi feels that the haze has not disappeared, and that he is very cute when he is free to take care of trivial matters. So he pressed the car lock with a smile, and with a beep, he opened the co-pilot's door and put his arms on the roof of the car.
"Believe, you said that I would believe what you planted on Mars."
Qiao Fengtian didn't go back to the hospital, he had to go home to get something first.
"Road" luck is not good, I drive on the second ring, and I can see that I can go up the elevated road in a second. Although the number of uncivilized drivers who honk their horns on "Di Di" is in the minority, there are a few sporadic chattering and violent bluffing, which can also cause headaches.
Seeing that he couldn't walk left or right, Zheng Siqi turned off the engine and rolled up the four windows. After I tuned the car radio channel to "The Road is Easy", I heard the anchor say that there was a vicious traffic accident on the road ahead, which caused it to be not off-duty time, and also blocked an "evening rush hour".
It's just that Zheng Siqi was turned off after he didn't hear the broadcast for a minute. He tuned a light music and turned to look at Qiao Fengtian leaning on the back of the chair.
"It's still early. Go to bed when you're tired. I'll call you when I get there."
Qiao Fengtian looked at him and looked out the window.
"kindness."
Falling asleep in front of others is a test of relationships. After all, when people are most undefended, it is the moment when they are drowsy or when chaos is about to wake up.
Qiao Fengtian couldn't close his eyes without any burdens for several nights. The more I want to sleep, the more uneasy I feel, and the more I want to sleep, the more I am afraid of not being able to get up. It's just enough time to open and close your eyes, so don't sleep at all, just keep it up.
The dark circles under his eyes can't be covered by any powder, and he has become a suspected drug addict.
For a moment, Qiao Fengtian was very grateful for this big blockage, and gave him a break from his reasonable busy schedule.
With his chin tucked into his collar, his head pressed against the window, he stared into the bright rearview mirror of a black Land Rover next door, then defocused.
Zheng Siqi suddenly approached and touched the back of the chair beside Qiao Fengtian's legs.
Qiao Fengtian dodged back and moved his legs to the side, "What's wrong?"
"It's easy to stiffen your head when you lean on it like that, so you can adjust it backwards." He put the headrest of the seat with his other hand, "try lying back."
Qiao Fengtian exerted a little force, and the 90-degree back of the chair instantly expanded into a big obtuse angle.
"Okay? Do you want to go further down?" Zheng Siqi also changed from looking up to looking down.
With a very strange posture, Qiao Fengtian, who was leaning on the back of the chair, looked up at the jujube-like Adam's apple looming in Zheng Siqi's collar, and always felt twisted.
"That's it, that's it."
"The little thin quilt or the back seat, Zaoer's."
Qiao Fengtian shook his head, stopped looking up at him, and stared at the seat belt, "No, it's quite hot in the car."
Zheng Siqi turned around and turned down the volume of the car radio.
Qiao Fengtian didn't think he could fall asleep. After all, Zheng Siqi was someone who could make him feel at ease and uneasy. So he only closed his eyelids and turned his face in the direction the other party couldn't see. There was a very low-pitched running water next to a piano piece, and Zheng Siqi was breathing evenly.
But really want to be drowsy, sleep or not sleep is not under my control at all. After Zheng Siqi had finished reading the news about people's livelihood and politics on all media platforms such as Sohu, Netease, Phoenix, etc., and searched for a few discounted children's books on Amazon, in the end, he was too suffocated. The car finally moved, and everyone celebrated.
Zheng Siqi turned on the handbrake and turned his head to see that Qiao Fengtian had already fallen into a dream.
The second time I saw him fall asleep.
The index finger knuckle of his left hand was against his mouth, his face was facing out the window, his neck was tilted slightly, and his body was also leaning in the opposite direction as Zheng Siqi was. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, Qiao Fengtian's broken hair hung down on the side of his face, covering the curvature of his eyebrows and eyelashes.
Very careful posture.
Zheng Siqi hesitated for a while, but still reached out his hand, brushed the broken hair from his face, and pulled it behind his ear for him. Afraid that the light would be too strong, Zheng Siqi covered him with his palm, and then slowly moved away. Qiao Fengtian's eyes moved slightly under his lids, his mouth smack, and he didn't wake up.
Very reassuring expression.
When Qiao Fengtian woke up, he was frightened. The car was parked and the sky was full of golden clouds. It was already evening.
He moved his stiff neck and made a creaking sound. The waist and legs are sore, but the body and mind are extremely satisfied. I have dreams that I can't remember, and I am confused. It seems that I have slept in the Spring and Autumn and the Warring States Period, I have slept in the foggy London, I have slept through the night of Fei Leng Cui, and I have slept for a long time. In the Middle Ages, and finally turned around again, it still ended in the evening of Linan.
Qiao Fengtian looked down at the thin pink quilt on his body, and hurriedly tilted his head to look at the driver's seat, there was no one there. He propped himself up and looked out the car window. It was a lake, alone.
Zheng Siqi put one hand in his pocket, and held seven or eight cigarette butts in the palm of the other hand, with one still in his mouth, smoking slowly.
The lake is Jinji Lake, and the water from the moat was drawn, and a forest park was built on the spot according to the situation. Not far from the Iron Fourth Bureau.
Zheng Siqi heard the movement of the door opening and closing, and turned his head with his cigarette in his head, to see Qiao Fengtian pulling his broken hair all the way, and there was a light red mark on his face.
His expression was dull, as if he had slept for a long time, and even the moving space became unfamiliar.
"Why did you stop here?"
"When you wake up, I'll smoke a cigarette."
Qiao Fengtian rubbed his face, "You can call me..."
Zheng Siqi pressed the lock of red hair that stood up on top of him and smiled, "How cruel."
After all, look at how sound you sleep.