A cloudy day. Zheng Siqi drove the car into the dormitory of the Fourth Bureau of the Iron and Steel Bureau. When it was a short distance from the building where Qiao Fengtian lived, Qiao Fengtian asked him to stop.
"Just come here, you can't turn around in front of you."
Zheng Siqi stepped on the brakes, glanced at the rear-view mirror, and stuck his head out the window to take a look back.
"Seriously, here you are, I'm not very good at turning around wherever I stop..."
"Then feel free, if you can't get out, I'll call someone to carry it for you." Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but laugh.
"Just kidding." Zheng Siqi retracted his gaze to look at him, put on his glasses for a moment, and turned around the steering wheel, "I learned this subject Erbai?"
After looking at the body, Qiao Fengtian pushed on the seat belt, brushed his ears and heard Zheng Siqi say "Smell Li Jia", and his subordinates moved.
"Ah, sorry." Qiao Fengtian blinked and turned his head, "I forgot to tell you about this."
Only then did Qiao Fengtian explain Qiao Liang's accident responsibility to Zheng Siqi one by one. But it was obviously a very pleasant thing, but Zheng Siqi felt the hidden apology in the other party's words the more he listened.
Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and stroked the carnation in his arms, "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to tell you."
"why?"
Qiao Fengtian was taken aback - why? Why do you say "I'm sorry"
Apologizing is a very subconscious thing, you must ask something, it is not so easy to answer calmly.
Qiao Fengtian paused for a moment, "Just because... Because I feel that I wasted one of your favors in vain, I feel that I am embarrassing you, and I have to trouble him to explain other people's private affairs. You are usually... busy, right? Where is the school?"
The blooming tulips covered half of his chin, and Qiao Fengtian smiled; the sky was half-light and half-dark, and the wind and mist outside the car window were boundless, and the weather in the south was moisturizing.
Zheng Siqi's heart throbbed almost uncontrollably.
Converging and fast enough that he didn't realize what it was at all, he just felt like a slender strand of hair was quickly drawn away from the gap in the ventricle, and the touch disappeared for a long time without a trace.
"Say hello to Zheng Yu for me." Qiao Fengtian closed the car door lightly.
"Well, I know." Zheng Siqi smiled while holding the steering wheel.
Qiao Fengtian turned his back and pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and sniffed the tulips.
The first time I received flowers, the formal ones, the ones that were bundled, the kind that were tied up; after a quiet lunch, I fell asleep without a long sleep, and listened to a short anecdote. interest. It just so happened that the standard was like the textbook dating process, which made Qiao Fengtian confused for no reason.
Going upstairs, he coughed and lit up, step by step, while touching his pocket, he recalled that his fingertips were trembling slightly, which was indescribable, paradoxically happy and ethereal.
Here again, again.
Qiao Fengtian didn't leave anymore, he squatted at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, the dark and narrow space, the hollow brick cast partition windows, and the waste bundles of corrugated cardboard, slowly pouring cool breeze into it.
He buried his head in his knees, his mouth tightly shut.
Qiao Fengtian touched his wrist, as if there was still the warm touch of being held by Zheng Siqi.
What exactly does that mean, Qiao Fengtian couldn't understand.
All he knew was that he was trying to calm himself down, to act suspiciously, and to press down on his heart, which felt like a drumbeat immediately. Qiao Fengtian was even afraid that the sound would reach Zheng Siqi's ears through bone conduction.
Susu Ma Ma seemed to be hooked on the back of his neck by the tip of a feather, and someone gently whispered a word in his ear.
Qiao Fengtian is different from others. He is born with strange thoughts about men that he cannot express. Even if you deliberately hide and suppress yourself, it is not so easy to keep your traces out of it. That thing is hormones, it's dopamine, and it's his most criticized "nature".
Anything in a man that can attract the opposite sex can make the same-sex self fascinated. He couldn't control it at all.
What's more, he is so good, so gentle and meticulous, knowledgeable and graceful. Even the young incompetent self that he was ashamed to mention, looked back at him now, and he seemed so rich and sparsely charming.
In fact, an ordinary person like him who can only walk with his head down would like Zheng Siqi who looks like a fine brush and ink. It is a normal thing. It's a pity that once the object of the action is wrong, the good story will often become a joke, and it will become absurd and absurd.
As long as you are not a man.
Or as long as he's gay too.
Or as long as your heart is moved, don't say it, don't let him know.
Or just...
In short, this liking is not right, not good, and not enough to have a position.
Qiao Fengtian raised his face halfway, revealing a pair of eyebrows. His palms turned back and forth; the palms were fine and white, and the palms were even whiter, and his eyes flowed between the white and the whiter, comparing the different dense patterns.
Finally, he raised his face, stood up straight, and turned his numb calves.
When I reached the last floor, my footsteps were light for no reason, as if I had made clear something, I lifted the layer of tissue paper—good or bad, that’s all, that’s what happened.
But when he saw Lin Shuangyu standing at the door of his house, he was pushed into the water with a palm and sank to the bottom.
"Ah, grandma?"
Lin Shuangyu's polyester grey trousers, a row of plastic round buttons were neatly twisted from the tail to the collar, a piece of unremarkable yellow mud was made on the trousers, and a pair of three- or four-inch black suede solid color cloth shoes. Straws of black and white short hair were tucked into the back of his head, hooped in a lacquered iron hair tie, and the corners of his mouth drooped silently in the direction of the slack eyelids.
Lin Shuangyu was in the dark, like a mottled, narrow shadow cast on the wall, Qiao Fengtian thought for a moment that it was his dazzling eyes, that it was his illusion.
It wasn't until she got closer that she murmured hoarsely.
"Fengtian."
Qiao Feng opened up all the lights in the house for the first time.
He took a new pair of trousers from the bedroom and let Lin Shuangyu replace them. They were loose and soft and made of good cotton material. He put the clean trouser leg under his armpit and the dirty one in his hand. He bowed his head and stood by the edge of the pool, turning on warm water and gently rubbing it in circles.
The smell on the clothes is far and unfamiliar, and it seems to be hidden in the unreachable depths of my heart.
The clay dots are easy to wash, just moisten them with water if they are dry, and they can be taken off with a pluck of the nails. Qiao Fengtian squeezed a small pump of laundry detergent into the palm of his hand, making dense bubbles, and then scooped the cloth with his fingertips.
When I was a child, I helped with laundry at home, and the amount of saponin powder used was to be deducted.
Lin Shuangyu sat on the sofa in the living room with her back to him, holding a cup of warm water in her hand. Unable to find Yu Yu's paper cup temporarily, Qiao Fengtian used his own drinking cup.
"Why do you... come alone, and don't call me. Dad is the only one at home."
Lin Shuangyu didn't answer and just sat down.
Qiao Fengtian pursed his lips, did not ask further, raised his arm and rubbed the tip of his itchy nose.
Since leaving Langxi alone and coming to Linan, Lin Shuangyu has only come here very few times. As a result, it is an extremely incredible picture to imagine Lin Shuangyu's face appearing in the background of a city full of high-rise buildings.
If it's true that the young man never looked back, and he didn't return to Langxi often, then even her appearance of decline year by year might not be clear.
Qiao Liang has woken up and fainted again and again in the hospital these days, and he has to be sent for regular radiographs, magnetic resonance imaging, chest X-ray, drainage and urination, massage and turning over and over again and again. People still can't get out of the nursing ward and can't eat.
The fifth son was forced to stay at Du Dong's house for an extra night for no reason, and Li Li took care of him temporarily when he went to school and after school; even if Qiao Fengtian didn't say it clearly, he guessed that he could figure it out by himself.
Only Lin Shuangyu and Qiao Sishan didn't tell them about it and didn't dare to say it.
"Your brother."
Qiao Fengtian stopped his movements, closed the tap and listened to her, "En?"
Lin Shuangyu put the cup on the coffee table.
"In which hospital?"
The curvature of Qiao Fengtian's mouth froze on purpose, as if there was only one sentence, he was trying his best to hide his tiredness and helplessness, and he was about to open the gate and let the water out.
The space for two people is especially quiet.
Lin Shuangyu's voice clearly choked out a "guru", and she was swallowed by herself. Qiao Fengtian stood with his hands full of greasy foam, and walked two steps closer to her in silence, looking over the narrow and slightly trembling shoulder to look at her hand on his knee.
The grey sleeves were slightly longer to cover the back of his half-scratched hand, and the joints were thick and swollen like round wooden beads, buried in the cortex and arranged at the fingertips. Lin Shuangyu's left palm tightly clenched his right palm, as if struggling to block the undercurrent that was about to burst out. Just by looking at her blue and white fingertips, you can guess her strength.
Qiao Fengtian opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.
He didn't know how Lin Shuangyu knew, or how Lin Shuangyu endured all the way to Linan, came to his house, and said a word to him calmly.
"You lied to me, you lied, you lied to yourself in the end..."
In an instant, Qiao Fengtian felt as if a piece of meat had been shaved off.
"Old to small, small to another small, our old Qiao family has survived, one is still the other..."
"Why do you think other people's homes are so smooth, you say that our family is so guilty of Tai Sui, why are life so sad..."
Qiao Fengtian covered his mouth with his wrist, tilted his head and pointed in an unknown direction, his eyes were half red.
Lin Shuangyu snorted loudly in her throat both sadly and mockingly, and for a moment she seemed to have become that little old lady of Lang Xi who was unreasonable and able to fight. Only this cold hum rolled around vaguely in the throat and eyes, but it was still foggy and misty, and it turned into an out-of-tune "woohoo".
Qiao Fengtian didn't dare to look at her now wrinkled face.
"I can't bear to let him go even if I'm just such a good son." Lin Shuangyu thumped down the sofa with restraint, and inhaled his nose sideways.
"Dog. Mother's God is doing evil!"
Qiao Fengtian's five flavors were mixed, and a hot tear was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get out.