Qiao Fengtian, who will be full of sleep, is very cute and can almost be said to be well-behaved. Even if Zheng Siqi reached out and brushed the top of his hair, he would not dodge as quickly as usual.
Zheng Yu had always touched before, and always told him naively that it felt soft and smooth, as slippery as silk.
Zheng Siqi held Zhang Zheng's face, and withdrew his arm only after grinding the ends of his hair with his hands.
Xiao has been thinking about it for a long time, and finally got his wish. The hand feels really good, and it is cool.
"Is the mark obvious?" Qiao Fengtian pressed his face, feeling that the half of the back of the chair was hot and familiar.
"Well, obviously."
Zheng Siqi rubbed his bangs angrily when he saw him, and puffed out his mouth very quickly at an unattainable speed.
"Did it delay you?" Zheng Siqi put on the guardrail on his chair. The guardrail of Jinji Lake was renovated in the first half of the year. It was white painted and fairly clean. Zheng Siqi exhaled in the other direction, "Will I take you home now?"
Qiao Fengtian shook his head, "Wait until you finish smoking this one."
Zheng Siqi was leaning against the guardrail, Qiao Fengtian was leaning on his back, there was a gap of one and a half people, and the background was the gilded lake under the deep forest. From this distance, it looks like a well-structured oil painting.
"Have you... been so eager to make up for the ones you didn't smoke when you got the skills?" Qiao Fengtian looked sideways at him with a small handful of cigarette butts in his hand.
The afterglow is rich, and his pupils are as black as his, and they are also soaked with a clear orange-red, as if looking at a color through a layer of clean glass.
Zheng Siqi was amused, "How can it be as exaggerated as you said."
Qiao Fengtian put his nose down and raised two fingers, "Twice, I've seen you like this twice in total, both times. My father has been smoking for half his life, and he was forced to quit the year before last. It's uncomfortable. Around our house, the wheel of the car turns like a mill, and I have never seen it so indistinguishable like yours..."
It was the first time that Zheng Siqi heard him talk about his family. He opened his mouth and asked, "It's hard to quit smoking for too long, why are you forced to quit?"
Qiao Fengtian paused and tugged at his sleeves.
"I'm not in good health, I want to save my life."
Zheng Siqi listened, did not dare to ask questions without permission, and only turned his head to look at him.
"Just..." Qiao Fengtian finished pulling the sleeve of his left hand and pulled his right hand, "Hypertension and bronchitis are old problems. I fainted once at home a few years ago. It was found to be moderate cerebral obstruction, and the heart has not been very good. "
Zheng Siqi lowered his eyes, "Why... why don't the old man stay in Linan City?"
The city-to-town ratio, transportation and medical care, are always better and more convenient than a star and a half.
"I mentioned it before, but my hometown has a house and land to take care of, and my grandmother can't let go of her small business, so she doesn't want to come here." Qiao Fengtian stared at a pair of old men and women who were walking in the park on the road, seeing that they were walking well. He walked arm in arm, "My grandmother can't possibly agree to live with me, she doesn't want to...the last thing she wants to see me."
After speaking, Qiao Fengtian stared at the toe of his shoe and smiled.
Zheng Siqi saw that he seemed to be trapped in some unpleasant memories alone, his heart tightened, and he unconsciously reached out and squeezed his wrist, thin and thin, and it was firmly wrapped in his palm at once.
Like being afraid that he would turn away from the lonely course and subconsciously want to save him.
Qiao Fengtian was stunned for a moment, not in a hurry to withdraw his hands, but turned his head to look at him suspiciously.
"you… "
Zheng Siqi's forearm froze, and he didn't know whether to continue holding it like this or take it back when nothing happened.
"I'm... I want to say, you... just you." Zheng Siqi raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to know, when did I learn to smoke?"
"what?"
Simply Qiao Fengtian didn't say "I don't want to", and Zheng Siqi followed the trend and said it all the way, vividly and vividly.
Fifteen.
Zheng Siqi smoked for the first time when he was fifteen years old, in the third year of junior high school, and on a weekend with a 20-day countdown to the senior high school entrance examination. It was a very hot year, and summer was very early. A squeaking broken fan was whirling on the top of its head, the hair was useless, and the whole room still smelled of old ink developed by Zheng Hanweng.
Zheng Hanweng went downstairs to chat with the cat, while Zheng Siqi was absent-mindedly lying on a huge mahogany table, squatting like a monkey, and took out the stacks of rice paper that his father had cut to write a draft.
Rational numbers and irrational numbers, the same angle is equal to the angle, the coordinate system of the horizontal axis and the vertical axis, the corners, corners, corners... "Pfft" he reached out and stabbed it.
Eyebrows twitched, paper rubbed, pen stroked, feet cocked.
Fuck junior high school math, fuck high school entrance exams.
Zheng Siqi surreptitiously took out a crumpled paper roll from the pencil case, opened it up layer by layer, and inside it lay the white sand and the world, which was given to him by his deskmate who was not around for a while. Zong Brown's cigarette holder is embedded with a thin golden edge, and the short and narrow section is densely filled with top-quality tobacco.
Being able to smoke is awesome. Zheng Siqi, at an age when he didn't know anything about shit, knew this stuff clearly. He reached into the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, and leaned on his face rusty to light a cigarette.
Zheng Siqi pulled out a cigarette for the first time in his life. Who knows that people are not as good as the sky, people are going to enter the realm of no-self, and Zheng Hanweng hugged the orange cat and hummed a song to open the door and came back.
Bending at the entrance, he happily changed his shoes, "Hey, I'll just say it today—"
At first glance, Zheng Siqi was lying on his back in the chair with his back to the door, his feet could not be lifted up to the sky, and the top of his head was slowly curling his white eyes.
Zheng Hanweng stepped forward in two steps and slammed his palm firmly on the back of the head, with a crisp "pop" sound.
"Why are you lying here?!!"
As if recalling the pain that day, Zheng Siqi naturally loosened the hand that encircled Qiao Fengtian's wrist and pressed the back of his head.
"I really didn't expect my dad to be so hurt by the old pedant who danced and played with words. I still wonder if the back of his head was filmed for him..."
Qiao Fengtian glared, feeling as if he had listened to Duan Er Shan Tianfang.
"and then?"
"Then? Then I was so frightened that I didn't know whether to kneel down and hug my thighs and cry, or not to admit it." Zheng Siqi smiled and pushed down his glasses, "Then I was heartbroken and gave half of the cigarette to him in front of him. In your mouth."
"In your mouth?!" Qiao Fengtian raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "No, isn't it hot?"
This is only with Dong Cunrui's mind of bombing the bunker to do such a "resolute" and unpredictable thing...
Zheng Siqi burst into laughter, "Isn't the nonsense hot enough to make me a big bubble, I wanted to overturn the table and curse my mother when it was hot."
The bowl of his heart was as thick as Zheng Hanweng, and he watched his younger son's hot tears rolling in his eyes. He couldn't think of going to open his mouth to take out the cigarette butts, and then hurriedly led him to the hospital to prescribe some cooling ointment. Blindly carrying white jade paperweights around the room.
Smash it, you can't bear it; don't smash it, you'll panic.
At the end, he slapped his palm and pointed at Zheng Siqi tremblingly, "Tell me, can you tell me where the smoke came from? Well? Would you tell me?!"
Betraying the heavens and the earth and not betraying the brothers, Zheng Siqi stood in the corner and shook his head firmly.
"You he-" Zheng Hanweng swirled the word "mother" in his mouth, but he didn't say anything because of the literati's face, "You have a kind! You are the most kind in our old Zheng family! You smoke, you don't learn well at a young age, ah, I let you smoke!"
The old man went back to the room, tinkling bells, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and came back with a box of things.
Zheng Hanweng threw the things in his hand to the mahogany case.
"Pump it! Squat here today and give it to me! If you can't finish it, don't give me the surname Zheng!"
Zheng Siqi looked down at the unopened Yellow Crane Tower, the blue veins on his forehead twitched.
"Did you smoke?" Qiao Fengtian took a step closer and asked.
Zheng Siqi touched his nose and smiled, "Smoke, squat and puff, keep puffing, my mouth is numb, and the old man stopped the fire, I hurt my mouth, throat and lungs again. , didn't speak for a week."
"Isn't that scaring you?"
And then without hesitation, he continued to smoke and smoked for twenty years before he was willing to quit
"No." Zheng Siqi laughed even more, "If you want to blame it, I will blame my father for giving me the Yellow Crane Tower 1916. Back then, I had to sell two thousand pieces, so the more I smoke, the more addicting it becomes."
Afterwards, Zheng Hanweng regretted more than half of his bowels, dragged Zheng Siyi and talked about it for half a month, and almost cried at the dinner table.
Yellow Crane Tower.
He hid the exquisite Yellow Crane Tower that he was reluctant to smoke for half a year, and when his brain became hot, he was left with a cigarette holder.
Blood loss!
Qiao Fengtian realized it later, and only leaned against the railing after listening to the smack. For the first time in these days, he couldn't help himself laughing.
Zheng Siqi rested his hand on the railing, the base of his palm against his chin, and listened to his smile quietly, looking at the small silver hook that could not help but emerge from his mouth.
"I used to think that you were the kind of good student who has been very serious since childhood." Qiao Fengtian smiled as the tip of his nose turned red, as if swiping a layer of rose rouge.
"How can it be? I'm the one who is the most distrustful of the old Zheng's family. I've done all the things that students shouldn't do, and I even took the college entrance examination twice."
Zheng Siqi looked at the lake, "Every time, every time my dad's colleagues met me, it was like seeing Sun Wukong, they had to slap and slap their mouths, hum and say for a long time, "Oh, you, your son. , tsk tsk tsk, oh oh oh, at first glance, it's a mess."
Qiao Fengtian then broke through. Holding his forehead, he recalled the trace of the suspected tattoo that had been washed off the back of his neck.
Not sure, but maybe it's also his youthful madness.
"Then how can you... be able to change sex."
Qiao Fengtian is so dangerous that he didn't say how you went from being a "chaotic devil" to a suspected "sven scum".
Zheng Siqi thought about it for a long time.
"Suddenly my head opened, I wanted to understand, I wanted to understand that if I keep going like this, the things I want will not come, and the burdens I don't want will never be taken away."
Zheng Siqi's words were unusually gentle and relaxed, "My dad and my sister have always been self-respecting and self-improvement, and they can't go out. It really makes people talk behind their backs, hey, his son, he is a scum."
Birds fell on the railing in pairs.
"Is this life what you want?"
The topic suddenly became large and broad, as if delineating a profound metaphor.
"Whether you want it or not, it will change, it won't be day after day, year after year without modification. When you encounter a hurdle, you feel that you don't want it, and the wind is smooth, and you feel that you want it again. Yes, it's not that easy to summarize."
Zheng Siqi clasped his fingers and stopped for a while before continuing.
"I can only guarantee that every choice I make is to move forward, not to avoid retreat. Things like right and wrong and good and bad should be left to my tombstone."
Qiao Fengtian thought very selfishly for a moment, he somehow hoped that Zheng Siqi would only reveal these to him alone.
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I think, only by loving each other's soul and personality can love last forever