Four O’Clock Flower

Chapter 56

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It's the spring equinox, and everything grows wildly. Cold meets heat, moving slowly, forming a quasi-stationary front lingering in Linan, while the rainy season continued for dozens of days, leaving some traces of swaying chills that could not be traced.

Linan is full of green, green grass is green, and it is very rich in layers. If you are careful, you can always find the right shade, the most suitable one that you like. Although Qiao Fengtian hated the large water stains on the ground, he didn't feel sorry for the warm spring.

Because this season is the most special, it means to get rid of the old dust.

So the good news is in the majority.

Like the turbulent waters, the turbulent water has been restored to a bright and clean mirror reflecting the sun.

For example, Xiao Wuzi took the double-hundred quiz, and his mind in learning was not much affected by Qiao Liang’s illness; for example, Qiao Liang’s health improved, and he no longer fell into a coma repeatedly, and he could be sent to the general ward in a blink of an eye.

Another example is that Li Li fulfilled her wish and was pregnant for two months. Du Dong and her were caught off guard and were about to become parents. Qiao Fengtian had to have a godson again. I heard that the buyer is an elderly couple, a retired teacher from Linan University of Technology, who has taken a fancy to the school district of the Fourth Bureau for his grandson.

For another example, Qiao Fengtian was surprised to find that there was an extra 5,000 remittances in the scattered accounts for no reason. When he went to the bank to ask for unknown reasons, the teller was impatient and vague, and he could not find the detailed information of the other party.

What, which angel sister sent warmth to Qianli

Qiao Fengtian didn't dare to move, and silently moved the money to a useless CCB card.

There is also bad news.

For example, he was called by traffic police Liu to the traffic police brigade again, saying that the driver of the muck truck was also a farming family. If the situation was not good, they might not be able to pay compensation. Be mentally prepared. The meaning of looking for trouble, you should pay attention; it is not in a good state of mind than before, and the drooping eyes drop even lower, looking not gentle but dejected, as if in a trance.

Lin Shuangyu stayed in Linan for a while, and took care of Xiao Wuzi's commuting to school and three meals; Qiao Fengtian could also run away from the hospital store - Du Dong wanted to take care of Li Li, and Qiao Fengtian was really embarrassed to take care of the business in the store. Delivered to him together, even if he strolled around the store front and back, Qiao Fengtian had to take his hand to see it every time.

When the old couple came to see the room, Qiao Fengtian saw at a glance that He Qian had buttoned the wrong button on his collar.

Qiao Fengtian led the old couple into the door, and pointed to the front of He Qian.

He Qian just stared at the eaves of the sofa with distracted attention. He didn't remember to take off his shoes, and he didn't remember to put his briefcase. Qiao Fengtian went to him and pressed it on his shoulder, and he just pulled away from his thoughts in a trance and returned to his senses.

"What's wrong?"

"No." He waved his hand, "Nothing, hurry up, show someone the room, one is Uncle He and the other is Aunt Gu."

The two old men nodded and smiled at Qiao Fengtian.

Qiao Fengtian stretched out his hand, "Hello, my surname is Qiao."

The old gentleman's hands are white and soft, like a thick layer of putty on the palms, the lines are shallow, and there are very few age spots. Only the knuckles of the middle phalanx are prominent, and the thick callus is born at the junction of the knuckles, which is the most habitual place to be rubbed by the pen tip.

It seems that Zheng Siqi's hand... the same is true. Thinking of this, Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but stay for a while, and even rubbed the old man's wrist with a mechanical watch with his tail finger very slightly or even unintentionally.

"Yo, young man, your hair looks good." The old man turned his head to look at his wife, and now he smiled with a pair of deep marks, "You are very energetic, right?"

His wife stared at the ceiling of the house and looked around at the rough layout of the house. When she saw Qiao Fengtian's flower stand, her expression brightened.

She held a small flower handbag made of cotton thread crocheted with a crochet hook in one hand, and reached out to gently tap on her husband's side, "You, it's disrespectful to the old man, and you just take care of people all day long."

"Then I'm so happy to see the little boy who looks like a student." The old man turned his head and continued to say with a smile, "Little boy, are you going to school?"

Qiao Fengtian was helpless, and before he had time to explain, He Qian stepped forward and said, "Mr. He, you can rest, this kid is already 30 years old, or where did a poor student come from and sell you a house!"

"Oh!" The old man laughed wider, and looked at Qiao Fengtian up and down. Perhaps it was because of the glasses, which covered a layer, Qiao Fengtian could only see the admiration and Taihe between his eyebrows, not even the slightest peeping, very reserved and comfortable.

The old gentleman nodded and lifted the top of the mirror frame gently.

"The stones are like jade, and the pine trees are like green, good, good."

Qiao Fengtian didn't quite understand this sentence, but he knew it was a compliment, so he remembered it in his heart.

Qiao Fengtian's house is not big, with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The house is an old building built in the 1990s. The foundation is solid, the floors are not high, only four floors, and Linan is out of print. When it was built, there was no competition for the land, so the house was built calmly and sparsely, and the gaps were covered with large green plants.

Qiao Fengtian really likes this place, he likes the dense trees near the Iron Fourth Bureau, the wall-climbing tigers covered in oily green walls, the moisture soaking into the walls on a cloudy day, and the tree facing his balcony. Tall toon.

Everything is to your liking. Every corner, all the tinkering is his painstaking efforts, all given to him by himself, with a small amount of care.

Qiao Fengtian followed the couple to see the kitchen and bathroom in the room, and walked to the balcony with them. The small hollow ant hole on the concrete eaves felt good, wanted to take it away, and tasted the tenderness.

It was raining a little outside, and Mr. He touched a thick leaf on the balcony where the crab claw orchid was hanging down on both sides, and straightened his waist in approval.

"Good, good location, good house, everything is clean and comfortable."

He Qian gave Angel Qiao a wink and smiled.

Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and did not speak, nor looked at him.

When sending the couple downstairs, they met Lin Shuangyu who came back from the vegetable market with some cheap dishes. A pair of lettuce sticks out from the plastic bag, and a small crucian carp was still in another bag. Pick up where you live.

He Qian said "Ouch" and nodded to greet Lin Shuangyu, "Aunt Qiao."

Lin Shuangyu rolled her hair and pursed her lips. She was surprised for a while, "Yo... First son, you are..." Then he looked up at the old couple, "Who are these two?"

Qiao Fengtian put his shoes on his heels, "If you come to see the room, you go up first and I'll deliver it."

The couple walked downstairs politely and nodded to Lin Shuangyu. He Qian had Mr. He's arm in his left hand and Aunt Gu's back with his right hand, and went downstairs first.

When he and Lin Shuangyu were on the wrong side, Qiao Fengtian heard a short, slight sigh, and the crucian carp flicked its tail again, making a rustling sound.

"Hey, bring an umbrella." Lin Shuangyu turned around, a strand of wet hair fell from his forehead again, "It's down outside."

Qiao Fengtian stopped and looked up at her on the platform.

"… Hey."

Lin Shuangyu is actually a good mother, if you put aside a lot of things to see. She heartily gave everything she could deliver to the Qiao family, so she turned her life into a living, from blooming to withering, from smart and interesting to boring.

But she always needs to accumulate her complaints and anguish, and then find someone else to bear it. Her chattering complaints and negative energy are not for her to see farts, but what falls on Qiao Fengtian and Qiao Liang is layer after layer, one after another.

Or in other words, when she gave, she enjoyed a morbid and indescribable sense of superiority. She depends on this to live, depends on this and is energetic, depends on this and is tenacious.

So when Qiao Fengtian chose to protect her and made the biggest sacrifice himself, her superiority was gone, relaxed, relieved, but also uncomfortable. This is a very secret and private emotion, so delicate and obscure that it cannot be described.

In a word, Qiao Fengtian knows that she may not be happy whether her house is sold or not.

It's just that now is not the time to take into account emotions, and living is the foundation.

Qiao Fengtian opened a black umbrella in the dark building, separated by a layer of rain and fog, he saw that Mr. Gu had half-lengthened into the taxi, and He Qian was holding the door for him.

The car was far away, and He Qian turned around and came under his umbrella.

"It's true, don't come and beat me." The bright rain dripped between his brows, he stretched out his hand to hold the umbrella rib, and gestured with the other hand, "The old couple's retirement salary is this amount per month. , don't worry about paying in cash, it seems they are quite satisfied."

Qiao Fengtian pointed to the button on his neckline.

"I've been crooked for a day and haven't seen it?"

"Eh?"

"The third."

He Qian made a "tsk", and simply loosened a row of buttons. The size of a few red-printed thumbs on the neck, red and bruised purple in the center, lingering on the shoulder tip of the collarbone, looking fresh.

Qiao Fengtian's eyes hurt when he looked at it, his eyebrows twitched, and he turned his head away.

"Come on, I'll take you to the parking garage."

He went to the umbrella and squeezed a little more, "Just take me to the garage? Won't you invite me to dinner?"

"Next time, next time."

"You don't come here, as long as you talk about the next time, you won't count. Don't draw a wide range with me, be specific, be specific."

Qiao Fengtian paused for a few seconds, as if raising his voice deliberately, and said with a faint smile.

"After you get married."

He obviously felt that He Qian's body was stagnant, and he took a step and a half back, and his left shoulder almost retreated into a curtain of rain.

Qiao Fengtian pulled him back, "I'm sorry, I was talking nonsense."

He Qian seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He slowly reached into his collar and rubbed his hand, "Okay, just wait until I get married."

He Qian's car is a Ford, storm silver, brand new and clean; but it is also a loan, and the account has not been settled, so it cannot be regarded as his private property for the time being.

He Qian turned on the wipers, sat in the cab and put the gear in gear. The gear lever was moved twice before the gear was advanced. When the clutch was released, the speed was increased. Qiao Fengtian stood aside and reached out to stop him.

"Hey, seat belt."

"right… "

He Qian suddenly remembered that, he lowered his head and smiled and groped for the lock of the seat belt, yanked two handles across his chest, and stabbed it a few times before pressing it into the lock hole.

Qiao Fengtian raised his umbrella low, and the man approached the cab.

"What's wrong with you, you're not right."

He Qianle held the steering wheel and touched his nose, "What the hell are you doing? Hey! What can I do? I just fasten the wrong buckle and don't have a seat belt, what can I do? What's wrong with me, where are you from? See what's wrong with me? I'm right!"

Qiao Fengtian looked at his relaxed drooping eyes, and the more he listened to him, the more he felt that he was in trouble.