"I just wanted to ask how many times you were hurt again."
Zheng Siqi twisted a wet towel and handed it over, and glanced sideways at his snow-white neck, at the red spot the size of the palm.
"It's the third time." Qiao Fengtian sat on the sofa, took the towel and kneaded it in his hand.
"It's for your neck, not for you to play with your hands." Zheng Siqi stood with his arms around his side, "It's still full of calculations."
"...Well." Qiao Fengtian raised his hand to his neck as he said, "Got it."
Qiao Fengtian's eyelashes are not long, but they are dense, like a section of neat black bristles, adorning the eyelids. With such an occasional blink, the whole set of eyebrows came alive like a butterfly flapping its wings.
Zheng Siqi calmed down for a while, analyzed for a moment, and felt that all his actions were reasonable and reasonable.
He saw Qiao Fengtian being slapped inaccurately by someone, merciless and ruthless. It didn't look like an instant rage, but an explosion after a long accumulation. But Zheng Siqi could also see the hesitation in the palm of his hand.
The biggest reaction in an instant was distress, followed by doubt and surprise.
Zheng Siqi blamed the distressed figure on Qiao Fengtian's staggering back, which was too thin and emaciated. Dull like a hazy poem.
He first sat back in the car without saying a word, turned around and instructed the little five sons to go upstairs first.
When Xiao Wuzi smiled politely and said goodbye with a polite smile, he approached with two windmills, and when Qiao Fengtian saw him and turned his head to look at him, Zheng Siqi raised his index finger from a long distance, motioning him to stay out. movement.
Lin Shuangyu didn't say much, and led the inexplicable little five to turn around and go upstairs. When Qiao Fengtian got into the car, Zheng Yu was so happy that he was running around in the car and hugged him. Zheng Siqi started the car and didn't say much, just a single sentence.
"It's getting dark. If you don't want to go home, go to my house first."
Qiao Fengtian didn't answer, Zheng Siqi regarded him as acquiescence.
"Is that your mother?" Zheng Siqi put the water glass on the coffee table and looked at the dark red pimple between his eyebrows, "That one just now."
Qiao Fengtian picked up the cup and didn't drink, "Yes."
Zheng Siqi didn't ask any more, stared at him and swallowed white water, and put the cold cup on his hot side face. Qiao Fengtian opened his mouth, looked up at Zheng Siqi, then lowered his head and smiled faintly, "I've prepared the words, you don't ask any further, you're blocking me..."
Zheng Siqi folded his arms and smiled, "Then say it."
"You have to give me an introduction first."
Zheng Siqi sat down on the sofa with a half-length distance, "Okay, then tell me why he beat you?"
Zheng Siqi knew that Qiao Fengtian didn't really want to say that he was never someone who would publicize and show himself everywhere, he believed. Zheng Siqi saw his fluctuating expression, and guessed that what he needed now was a trend that he could talk to, and what he needed was a questing gesture from others. He wants others to knock on the door now to confirm the fact that he is being paid attention to; as to whether or not the door can be opened, it is up to him to decide whether he is a person worthy of his exposure.
From the analysis, it is quite an unreasonable demand, but Zheng Siqi understands it.
Sure enough, Qiao Fengtian was silent again, rubbing the glass hesitantly.
Sitting and waiting is embarrassing. Zheng Siqi naturally reached out and turned off the floor lamp beside the sofa, took the kindle from the coffee table, casually opened the book "China by the Countryside", lowered his head and pushed down his glasses.
Qiao Fengtian was surprised that he didn't feel the awkwardness of being left hanging.
Being slapped in the face is really nothing, the rolling pin is slapped down on the head with the wind, and it is not unheard of. The difference between the speed and the slowness is enough. The grievances, anger and unwillingness can be swallowed, but it is really painful and uncomfortable. He followed Zheng Siqi into the elevator until he felt that he should not come. What did he say or ask for? Zheng Siqi calmed his anxiety in a few words.
Isn't it true that he can mess up his mind just by laughing
It's so comfortable.
Just sitting side by side with him like this, even if you don't speak, the atmosphere can be within his control. Qiao Fengtian looked down from the corner of his eye and looked like he was reading intently and unattendedly; two or three locks of his forehead hair hung down on the temples, and the warm light of the floor lamp was set on the edge of the lens, adding to his face. One of the most prominent highlights.
You felt that he didn't see enough detail and was unwilling, so he turned his head more cautiously, and continued to trace the outline of his side with his eyes; Soft and gentle on the outside.
Although he couldn't touch his shoulders, he could still feel the warmth of an adult male, either like a beam of light or a tree.
After reading about 2% more, Qiao Fengtian put the quilt on the coffee table and knocked out a crisp sound. Zheng Siqi raised his head in response and looked at him with his temple on one side, as if he was always ready.
"She hit me because..." Qiao Fengtian paused, "You've seen it before, you should know it, people like us can hide if we can, but once we come out of the closet with our family... I really understand what happens. ."
Chickens fly and dogs jump, chickens and dogs are restless, Zheng Siqi said in his heart.
"This is quite normal. Really, if she can't accept it, she will inevitably resist. If I don't agree with her, and go away with the moral bottom line that she can accept, then I must..."
Qiao Fengtian touched the back of his neck.
"When did you know that?"
Qiao Fengtian hesitated for a moment, "The third grade."
Third grade
Zheng Siqi's momentary surprise didn't have time to filter and cover it up.
How tall should Qiao Fengtian be in the third grade. She probably hasn't dyed her hair, didn't have her ears pierced, wasn't so prepared, and didn't wrap herself so tightly. The third year, the third year, the third year, isn't that just a child whose youth will be rolled over
Qiao Fengtian suddenly couldn't help laughing when he saw Zheng Siqi's changing demeanor.
"Fight, then?"
Qiao Fengtian nodded with a smile, "Hit."
"Just like today."
Qiao Fengtian still couldn't help but raise his mouth, "Well, it's more fierce than this. Use a broom and a rolling pin with tongs, copy whatever you want."
Zheng Siqi confirmed it again, "You were only in the third grade at that time?"
Qiao Fengtian nodded, "Accurately speaking, it was the second and third year of junior high school, and the floor lamp in your house was high at that time." He raised his finger and pointed behind him.
Zheng Siqi didn't speak for a long time, staring at Qiao Fengtian's eyes.
The bad memories were old and broken in the box, and Qiao Fengtian didn't plan to take them out for others to see. But now that half of it was covered and half of it was dusted off, it was spread out in the palm of his hand and handed over. Seeing that Zheng Siqi's mood changed because of this little thing for him, a bay window suddenly opened in his heart, and it was bright. Much more comfortable.
Childish thinking like a teenager. You see, I have suffered so much, you can't believe it, but I feel nothing at all, am I cool, am I amazing
Treating pain as something to show off is not an attempt to make the other person see him as more special and more worthy of equal attention.
"Does it hurt?" Zheng Siqi asked.
Qiao Fengtian didn't understand whether he was asking about this today or the ones in the past.
"It's okay." Qiao Fengtian adjusted his bangs, "It doesn't hurt a lot, I'm not very afraid of it."
Zheng Yu came out of the toilet, bowing his head and rubbing his hands while muttering. She trotted two steps to the sofa, and rolled twice to stick it to Qiao Fengtian's arms. Qiao Fengtian raised his hand to protect her head, and brushed the lock of hair from her face.
"Wash it off?" Zheng Siqi asked her with a probe.
Zheng Yu shook his head, "No, I couldn't remove it after rubbing it for a long time." As he said that, he reluctantly plucked at the windmill covered by the ink pad.
"Can't it be washed without saying it can't be washed?" Zheng Siqi grabbed her arm and folded her wet cuffs up.
"Well, that's it..." Zheng Yu pursed his lips and raised his hand to his head, "But well."
But it doesn't look good when it's cluttered together.
Qiao Fengtian pulled her fleshy paws, turned his head and pointed to his neck, "Zao'er take a look at me, is it similar to yours?"
Zheng Yu stood up and looked at the red marks on Qiao Fengtian's neck, and then looked down at the crimson on his hands, "Well, it's the same!" After saying that, she reached out and brushed it, "It's hot, it's hot!"
"Your chapter is an ordinary chapter, and the chapter you gave me just now is electric."
"Really?" Zheng Yu looked innocent.
Zheng Siqi took a risk and didn't choke on the wind.
At seven o'clock, Zheng Siqi said that he would order a takeaway or go downstairs to find a restaurant. Seeing Qiao Fengtian, Zheng Yu really sat beside him, and was unwilling to go downstairs, and wanted to eat what Qiao Fengtian made by himself.
Zheng Siqi was afraid that Qiao Fengtian was emotionally unstable and did not agree, but Qiao himself felt that it was no big deal. After all, even if you cry, you have to eat well after crying, right
Qiao Fengtian asked Zheng Siqi for an apron, and when he was buttoning it, he wrapped a lock of hair at the back of his neck. When Zheng Siqi saw it, he reached out to help him untie it.
"It's ok, just tug at the hair, and tie it up like a tie for me." Zheng Siqi pushed down his glasses and got closer to understand.
"That's not mine, I was pulled to death by pulling hard."
Zheng Siqile, "After all, isn't that your own?"
Qiao Fengtian shrank his neck, "Ah."
"What's the matter? I'm sorry."
Zheng Siqi stretched out his thumb and gently pressed the skin at the root of the lock of hair, pressing it tightly, rubbing it in a circular motion for a while, "Does it still hurt?"
Qiao Fengtian was stunned, moved forward and shook his head.
"Don't run forward." Zheng Siqi held onto his shoulders and dragged him forward, "I haven't untied it yet."
Zheng Siqi was embarrassed to ask Qiao Fengtian to open the refrigerator. Today, I didn't have time to go to the supermarket to buy some fresh fruits and vegetables to fill up, so I put a plate of frozen dumplings left over from yesterday. Withered a bundle of spinach seedlings, lying on the tender tenderloin. With a swipe of his eyes, he knew that he was not a person who could live a good life.
"Why don't you go out to eat, it doesn't matter if Zaoer likes the sleep at that house." Zheng Siqi was playing with a piece of hair accidentally pulled from Qiao Fengtian's head, leaning against the door frame to see that he was putting out a few ingredients. Take it out.
This thing tells you how to cook a meal
Zheng Siqi found it difficult to just look at it.
"Don't worry, the cooking outside is not as good as mine." Qiao Fengtian rolled up his sleeves, "Do you have dried mushrooms and fungus at home? Is it the kind you want to soak?"
"On the cabinet, it was issued by the New Year's unit." Zheng Siqi pointed to the storage cabinet above his head, and stood up in an instant, "Hey, I'll get it."
"I'll do it myself." Qiao Fengtian raised his head.
Zheng Siqi looked at him with his arms round, "You come by yourself, you come."
Qiao Fengtian first stretched out his hand to hook, and put his foot on it, but he still couldn't reach the door handle. I was too embarrassed to jump, so I could only look around in the kitchen.
"Don't look at it, there is no pony." Zheng Siqi couldn't help laughing.
"What?" Qiao Fengtian looked at him sideways, "Come on."
"Actually, my cabinet was designed to be too high. At the time of the decoration, it was specially designed according to my height. Most people would think it is tall." Zheng Siqi opened the cabinet door, took down the dry goods in gift boxes, and turned his head. From Qiao Fengtian's waist, he saw his legs.
"I think your proportions are very good, the top is short and the bottom is long, very standard, and very cute."