Qiao Liang's left hand changed the medicine once today, and it was wrapped in layers of white gauze and untied, stained with bloodstains of dried red bean paste and iodine-colored brown yellow medicine.
Qiao Fengtian is never afraid of the blood pool hula, but the premise is that the injury will hurt someone who doesn't matter. Qiao Liang is different.
Qiao Fengtian looked at his shattered palms, which were almost crushed, and lay limply on the sheets as if they had lost their muscles and bones. The medicine stains condensed into a mottled mass of greasy color between the slightly swollen fingertips and wrists. The needle and thread were stitched like a few sinuous, slender centipedes clutched in their hands.
Qiao Fengtian frowned at the side - although Qiao Liang's original hands were not so beautiful, they were not so ugly they couldn't bear to look at them now.
The doctor who patrolled the room stroked his cuffs, went to touch his finger with the tip of the pen, and nodded his thumb first.
"Do you know which finger I'm touching you? Nod if you know, shake your head if you don't!" The doctor asked loudly, leaning closer to him, as if asking a dazzled old man.
Qiao Liang's reaction was particularly slow, he opened his mouth and blinked, his eyes wandering for a while and then focusing on the tip of the doctor's nose.
Qiao Fengtian bit the tender meat in his mouth and stared at Qiao Liang's mouth. I saw him frowning awkwardly, then shook his head.
Qiao Fengtian not only felt relieved, but also felt a silent loss.
Qiao Liang's illness, the doctor said the most is time. The trend is towards the good side, but as for when the end of recovery will be reached step by step, the doctor does not mention it, and Qiao Fengtian does not dare to ask.
When I went back in the evening, I turned a corner and went to a real estate agency near the Fourth Railway Station. A glass wall is filled with paper sheets with red letters and white backgrounds for rent. As soon as he opened the door and stood in, an intermediary salesman in an unsuitable suit stood up and introduced him.
The salesman is young, with a badge on his chin, and a circle of red and swollen pimples on his chin. "Hello, are you planning to rent or buy?"
Qiao Fengtian paused, "Rent, I'll rent."
"Location, price, area, you can see what your requirements are, and I will introduce it to you again."
These Qiao Fengtian never thought about it, and when he asked this question, he suddenly felt that he was in a hurry. Qiao Fengtian opened his mouth, took a breath, and then smiled at him.
"I haven't thought about it yet."
The intermediary blinked and looked at the top of his hair, "Then I—"
"I'll come back next time, wait for me... Wait for me to go back and think about it."
This must be the most inexplicable customer he has received today, Qiao Fengtian thought when he turned around and went out.
When he unlocked the door and entered the house, he saw Lin Shuangyu pulling the cloth on the sofa, tearing it off like peeling a banana from the beginning to the end, shaking his hands, freeing up the thin ashes in the room.
Qiao Fengtian put the heat preservation bucket on the shoe cabinet at the entrance, and tugged at the socks that went to his ankles, "Don't wash this, it won't dry if it rains in a few days."
"Which countryman watches Tian'er to do the laundry? Will you take it back when it rains?" Lin Shuangyu rolled the pad into a ball and wrapped it under his armpit.
"There are bacteria in the shade." Qiao Fengtian looked at her.
"I'm afraid you will buy a new set!"
Because of the bridge, Lin Shuangyu is not good for more fire, and unnecessary branches are born outside the festival. The two of them and Xiao Wuzi had been living together for a while, and neither of them was the first to say bad things.
Qiao Fengtian was worried about Qiao Sishan in Langxi, thinking that he might not be able to take care of his daily life at home alone. Half of his body was not very good, and he didn't know whether he remembered to take the medicine on time, and he didn't know that Uncle Zhang next door didn't tell him more about Qiao Liang.
Qiao Fengtian could neither get out and take the time to go back and take a look, nor dare to take the initiative to drive Lin Shuangyu back to Langxi.
He could clearly see the displeasure and disgust on her face now.
Qiao Fengtian was inexplicably frightened for no reason, with a very familiar expression on his face, as if he had returned to the third year of junior high school when she was beaten and scolded endlessly.
"You can wash it if you want, the washing machine can spin dry anyway." After speaking, he turned around and entered the room. Hiding and not seeing is the most peaceful thing.
As soon as I entered the house, I felt something was wrong. The curtains were wide open, the bed was cleaned, and a new four-piece cotton set was changed. The things on the table were also neat and orderly, and all the hanging decorative items were taken down, dusted and put into a corrugated box beside the bed.
Clearly, it was turned over by people inside and out.
Qiao Fengtian's hand unbuttoning his shirt suddenly stopped, his temples jumped, and he hurriedly knelt on the floor and pulled the bottom drawer of the bedside table. When it was opened suddenly, only a few pieces of mosquito coils and two magazines were left in the drawer.
The vibrator that was supposed to be there, along with the condom and lubricant, was gone.
Qiao Fengtian opened the drawers from top to bottom and looked at them one by one, and then went through the closet cardboard box, even stretched his arms under the bed to scan it, but couldn't find it; then he opened the side of the small makeup in the cabinet. The box, and the bottle and can brushes in it, are also gone. On the contrary, the box of incense sticks that Zheng Siqi sent is still there, and it is still incense leisurely.
"Don't look for it." Lin Shuangyu carried the full laundry tub and stood outside the door, "Salt stuff!"
After speaking, he snorted sarcastically, as if laughing at Qiao Fengtian.
It was indeed the same as in the third year of junior high school, Qiao Fengtian once again experienced the feeling of being at a loss and anxious when he was stripped of his skin. He was a little reluctant to look back at Lin Shuangyu's expression at the moment, and he seemed to be particularly angry and aggrieved when someone stepped into the most secret private realm.
"Where did you put it for me, give it back to me first, I'll be useful."
"What is the use?"
Qiao Fengtian stood up from the ground and brushed his knees, "You don't know what I said."
"Use? How to use it? Use the pickled stuff to dry the pickled stuff! Don't worry about getting sick when you leave it at home!" Lin Shuangyu took two steps forward.
Qiao Fengtian frowned and took a breath, "That's the guy I eat."
"What do you feed on? You feed on your ass? You feed on poking your ass? You feed on these nasty things? Huh?"
Lin Shuangyu's voice suddenly rose, and his words became aggressive and sharp.
"That's not what I said."
"Which one are you talking about?" Lin Shuangyu narrowed his eyes and looked at him up and down, "The one in the bottom drawer of yours? Bah! I feel disgusting to say anything about the pickled stuff! I thought you had changed over the years, but I thought You changed, I thought you could be a man in the sky, I thought you should be a serious person! What about you? Are you?!"
Lin Shuangyu tilted his head and spat exaggeratedly, as if assisting his emotions. Looking at Qiao Fengtian's heart, he seemed to be filled with a mass of flakes involuntarily. Although he didn't feel the heavy swelling, he really couldn't swallow it in his heart.
He understood Lin Shuangyu quite well, that thing, not to mention she was a rare and strange country woman. If a girl with inexperienced emotions was brought on the street, she would blushed and shouted "stinky rascal" and couldn't accept it.
But he was just uncomfortable and didn't understand.
He didn't know who he was getting in his way. If he advertised, encouraged, and waved the banner to shout that he was right and right, then he felt that he deserved to be dragged out and beaten to death. But he obviously didn't do anything. He went home, he closed the door, he didn't frame anyone, and he didn't provoke anyone. Is it all wrong
His own body, his own life, was mostly buried in the ground, leaving only a little bit fluttering in the wind. Why even such trivial things that he can freely control should be so disgusted by others.
Isn't he his son? Didn't she bring it into this world
If he could choose, if he knew in the morning that life would be so hard, he would rather give up, he would rather not come.
Qiao Fengtian stood quietly for a long time without speaking, and finally moved his mouth.
"Whether I am a man or not, you know me best when you gave birth to me."
Qiao Fengtian bypassed Lin Shuangyu and walked quickly towards the entrance. Lin Shuangyu turned to look at him, "Where are you going?!"
Qiao Fengtian didn't speak, and turned the door. Lin Shuangyu turned around and slammed the laundry tub in his hand to the ground, raising his finger to Qiao Fengtian's back.
"Qiao Fengtian, if you dare to go downstairs and look for your idiots, don't say that you belong to the Qiao family..."
Qiao Fengtian's hand stopped on his handle for a moment. When Lin Shuangyu's raised hand was about to fall back, he pushed the door and went downstairs.
"Joe Fengtian!!"
Lin Shuangyu shouted in anger and hatred.
Xiao Wuzi grabbed two snow-white windmills in his hands, Zheng Yu pouted and blew on it, and after a while, gold stars appeared in his eyes, and he leaned on the chair with his forehead upright. Xiao Wuzi opened the car window and let the wind come in through the gap, and the windmill naturally rotated slowly in his hand.
Windmills are souvenirs sold in the exhibition hall. The asking price is eight times that of the outside market, and the workmanship is just like that. Zheng Siqi bought Zheng Yu a red one, and Qiao Fengtian two white ones.
The more one, I intend to let the little five sons bring it back to his uncle.
Although he knew that he was a young and middle-aged young man, he should have disliked these things to coax children, but he was still thinking about money, and he didn't understand why.
I don't know if Qiao Fengtian took this, if he would be helpless for a while, if he would laugh, if he would come up and blow it, if he would be in a better mood.
The orange-red color in the evening settled on the horizon. Zheng Siqi turned west and put on his glasses, feeling a little dazzling.
The car stopped at the gate of the community, Zheng Siqi still remembered Qiao Fengtian's instructions.
"Today is..."
Zheng Siqi wanted to turn back to talk to the little five, but he was the first to see Qiao Fengtian not far away through the front window, a small black shadow crouching under the tree in front of the building.
Qiao Fengtian was hunched over to face him, with three or four black plastic garbage bags stacked at his feet; he bowed his back and lowered his head, as if he was trying to find something, trying to find something.
But Zheng Siqi felt strange when he saw it, strange that his focus didn't seem to come from the thing he was looking for, but just to "retrieve" the action itself. Because the palm of the hand is too tight and the mouth is pressed too tightly, it doesn't look like anxiety anymore, but like a prank, swallowing full of grievances.
Zheng Siqi pulled on the handbrake and loosened the seat belt, "Wait for me in the car."
Just as he put his hand on the car door, he saw another woman in grey trousers rushing out of the doorway. She frowned deeply and lowered the corner of her mouth, opened and closed in two steps and went straight to Qiao Fengtian under the tree.
Zheng Siqi suddenly pushed the door and stood up, it was too late to stop him.
Lin Shuangyu's slap slapped the back of Qiao Fengtian's neck where he lowered his head. He was squatted and staggered forward, and when he tilted his head to dodge, the fore palm that fell along the inertia fell on his right face, and the sound was even more crisp and clear than the front of the neck.