In fact, Zheng Siqi feels that some love is not a fixed existence, it can be possessed by nature - even between close relatives.
I remember that when Zheng Yu was just born, Zheng Siqi only regarded her as a little child who needed to be cared for her whole life; and even such a habitual idea was just an abstract concept.
In that kind of text, in the plot, Zheng Siqi doesn't have an intuitive experience of the abundant fatherly love that is overwhelming and can be surging immediately; it is not clear whether he is different from others, or because Li Mihan, who gave birth to Zheng Yu, is not a true love.
It was only during the subsequent interactions that Zheng Siqi gradually realized Zheng Yu's cuteness and innocence, her natural closeness and reliance on him, and she found that she was very similar to himself with stretched-out features. It wasn't until Zheng Yu babbled "Dad" for the first time and stretched out his arms for a hug that his budding feelings began to grow and sprout stamens, which were initially formed.
Therefore, he has always believed that duty and love are two separate concepts, and they are not necessarily born together. Many people will confuse them.
When dealing with Zheng Yu, he always adhered to the principle of "no burden, no burden". Suffering has no established conditions, neither can it be classified, nor can it be forced to define a set of definitions. Zheng Siqi hopes that Zheng Yu will judge by herself whether something is right or not, whether it is good or bad, instead of pointing to the future and telling her at the beginning: That road is not easy to go, don't go, I just hope you can go through. Take it easy and live better than me.
It doesn't matter if you fall or hurt, you can rein your horse on the edge of a cliff, or turn around on a winding road; in fact, as long as you have a strong will, everything can be repeated.
He also always hoped that Zheng Yu would understand when he grew up that what he loved was her complete personality, not her identity as his daughter.
Zheng Siqi saw the overlapping worries and burdens in the thin body of the little five sons, and he could only think that this was the most wrong thing given by the parents of the previous generation of this child. He knew Qiao Fengtian's thoughts, knew that he did not agree with Xiao Wuzi's mental state, and also knew that he was unable to cope with the current situation.
Zheng Siqi wanted to help him, but he wasn't sure if he could do it well.
After leaving the giraffe park, Xiao Wuzi seemed to be no longer so restrained. When Zheng Siqi saw him speak, the fists that were clenched together slightly had been stretched out slightly. When Zheng Yu was not speaking, he might also take the initiative to ask questions, with aura in his eyes and a smile on his face.
There were cartoon-shaped hydrogen balloons on the road. Zheng Yu pointed to what he wanted for a hello kitty, and Zheng Siqi lowered his head and asked the fifth son which one he wanted. Xiao Wuzi first shook his head, seeing Zheng Yu insisting on coloring himself by the side, hesitated for a moment, then pointed to a robot cat.
He handed over change to the hawker, and took one yellow and one blue balloon.
"Hold tight, I won't buy a second one for you if it's floating." He deliberately wrapped two more ropes around Zheng Yu's wrist, and when he planned to tie the little five sons, he had already wrapped the rope tightly around his ring finger. .
Zheng Siqi asked him, "Do you like Doraemon?"
Xiao Wuzi shook his head and smiled, "Actually, I like Sun Wukong the most, but there are none in those."
Zheng Siqi followed the little five sons, staring at the two hydrogen balloons floating above his head, reflected in the blue sky.
Before the opening of the Windmill Pavilion, I visited the Brown Bear Park and the Bird Park one after another. Zheng Yu didn't know if she was born with a phobia of sharp beaks. These colorful model-like birds are of great interest. The path that goes south around the Xishu Mountain leads all the way to the exhibition hall at the entrance, and the team has already lined up for 20 meters.
There were two men and women dressed in uniforms standing on the left and right at the entrance, wearing badges, cutting ticket corners one by one, and stamping a red stamp on each ticket stub. When it was printed on Zheng Siqi, he looked down at the red stamp on the ticket stub, which was still in the shape of a windmill, and the four-leaf fans were bunched together like a vermilion flower. Zheng Yu also gave one on the back of his hand.
"This is the ink pad, my jujube. If you can't wash it off, you can take it with you for a month." Zheng Siqi released the hydrogen balloon in Zheng Yu's hand.
"If you can't wash it off, you can't wash it off!" Zheng Yu didn't care at all, still holding his hands with a smile.
Zheng Siqi turned his head to lead the fifth son, opened a gap in the crowd, and hugged him forward.
The ceiling of the pavilion is quite high, and the top is covered with a fully transparent glass dome, so that the outdoor sunlight can be reflected directly and quickly. The auditorium is divided into three layers, the upper and lower layers, surrounding the central empty space. It was surrounded by a huge curtain, blocking the theme design, as if to deliberately leave a mystery and surprise.
Zheng Siqi has seen many large and small exhibitions. The windmill exhibition is the first time I have heard of it. Just by looking at the size of the exhibition hall and the height of the curtain, I can guess that the scale is not small. The location printed on the ticket was on the second floor, and Zheng Siqi stood behind the two children, slightly blocking the crowd who kept pushing and shoving.
When it officially started, the auditorium reverberated with the sound of two switches opening and closing. At this time, Zheng Siqi realized that there were a lot of huge and bright sky lights around the roof. There was a burst of exclamation from the audience at that time, Xiao Wuzi and Zheng Yu raised their heads along the line of sight of everyone, only to find that the dome was slowly opening slowly.
The curtain was opened in response to the sound, and the venue was full of clean and white windmills, which were densely arranged on the ground as if they were in full bloom. In it, thousands of windmills are assembled into a huge sphere.
Just looking at a snow-white windmill, Zheng Siqi can only think of Gu Cheng's little poems.
A small windmill, thrown on the whitish grass, the wings of the wind are still spinning, changing the hope of hope and color. He was deceived by the breeze and chased the sunset in vain. Just two or three sentences, written enough to be desolate and hopeless.
But now that he saw this full piece, he felt that the temperament of the windmill was contrary to what was written in the poem.
Instead, it looks like a hopeful abstraction.
Little Wuzi couldn't help blinking, climbed the fence, and tried to stand higher on tiptoe.
Qiao Fengtian was on his way from the barber shop to the hospital in a hurry. Du Dong was not in the shop. Today, Li Li went to the Maternal and Child Health Hospital for his first obstetric examination. On the way, I received a text message from Zheng Siqi. When I clicked it, it was a very simple sentence.
"Add on WeChat, there is something for you to see."
Qiao Fengtian was stunned, and stopped under a camphor tree on the street. As soon as I sent out a series of WeChat signals, I immediately received a prompt to add friends. Qiao Fengtian clicked on Zheng Siqi's added information, and there was an uninteresting Z character. The head portrait was a candid picture of Zheng Yu's back when he was brushing his teeth. He was short and round, and looked like he was only three or four years old at the time.
Zheng Siqi's circle of friends is even more general. After browsing the circle, all the academic reports and even two life photos are either a tree of Lida or a meal of Lida. The matching words are also concise, like a standard science male.
Either "the tree is green" or "it's unpalatable", which makes people deeply question the professional quality of his humanities teacher.
Before he finished reading it with a little bit of prying mind, the mobile phone "wait a minute" sounded the prompt tone for the video call.
On the phone was Zheng Siqi's straight face, he pushed down his glasses, the background sound was a little noisy, and the melody of the song could be heard.
Because the video on the street really tested his psychological quality, Qiao Fengtian left the camphor tree and turned into a nearby residential alley.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Fengtian held the phone in front of his eyes, "Is it the little five son?"
Video calls are usually delayed. It took three or four seconds for Qiao Fengtian to hear Zheng Siqi's smile. He tilted his head slightly, "No, I just want you to see the windmill."
"Windmill?" Qiao Fengtian lifted his phone.
"Well, I cut the lens."
"Hey-"
Just as Qiao Fengtian was about to ask another question, the screen had gone black for a second, and it would light up again after less than a second.
Inside the screen is an empty exhibition hall with an open dome. The outdoor airflow slowly poured in through the vents opened at the top, and it first brought up dozens of spherical windmills at the top of the windmill. The windmills on the first floor from the bottom to the bottom all spun in the same wind direction and turned their wings.
Zheng Siqi's mobile phone has a high pixel count. Looking at the windmill from a distance is like watching the surging sea of flowers. The rustling sound of the blades swaying and the wind rubbing against each other could clearly be heard from the phone. There is a loudspeaker installed on the ceiling, and the melodious and slow-releasing light music is playing, reverberating in the entire audience.
The exhibition uses a full range of 3D projection technology to condense the sky, the jungle and the ocean on the snow-white windmill as the backing through the projector.
Zheng Siqi turned to his mobile phone, but he didn't understand why he was broadcasting this live in a flash.
Want to encourage, or just simply share, it seems paradoxical, not so pure meaning.
Qiao Fengtian took the initiative to ask nothing. He stood in the hutong box, blocking the sunlight reflected on his mobile phone, and quietly watched the windmills on the screen constantly alternate with bright and colorful colors, looking at the windmills like tens of millions , a thousand paper cranes that move and fly.