How could Qiao Fengtian not be embarrassed. What landed on the instep was the clothes he wore, what did he say.
Qiao Fengtian bowed to pick it up, but Zheng Siqi was one step ahead of him, so that he only had time to see the tops of jet-black hair brushing the corners of his eyes and nose, and the shirt on the ground was picked up, "It doesn't matter, I'll come."
Zheng Siqi's back is like a line of blue mountains with lush autumn forests, gently covered by the coat of home, which is particularly restrained and beautiful. There is a kind of thing that rich people used to play called gambling stones. They spend a lot of money to guess a rough stone, and cut off the hard and dark stone clothing on the outside. Whether the inside is the best jade or something worthless. The way of looking at people, communicating, watching and exploring, is sometimes very similar to gambling stones.
But Zheng Siqi doesn't need to gamble or guess. As long as he speaks, he will feel that the bones buried under his flesh and blood are all excellent, beautiful, and well-proportioned.
Qiao Fengtian stepped back, worried that when he straightened up, he would touch his body.
"I'm not-"
Not looking at your clothes on purpose, I just.
"Here, hot milk, there's no sugar at all." Zheng Siqi stood up straight, interrupting him again, explaining that there was no silver here, and he couldn't explain it in a vague and self-consistent way. Put the mug in his hand into his hand.
Qiao Fengtian said "Ah" and raised his hand to hold the bottom of the cup.
"It's hot there." Zheng Siqi turned the mug for nearly half a turn, "Catch the handle, it's not hot." The small ear of the mug was facing Qiao Fengtian's palm.
It was only then that he realized that this mug was a pair, or the same as the one on Zheng Siqi's table; it was also frosted and maroon. Qiao Fengtian suddenly became smart, and his hands trembled involuntarily, so he sprinkled a few milky white water on the back of his hands. Zheng Siqi stretched out his hand and wiped it silently for him, just a drop or two, and didn't ask him if he was hot.
The strange atmosphere, like a wet and stagnant rainy day, made him feel uneasy and uncomfortable, as if something was dragging his trousers and sleeves.
Zheng Siqi put the clothes back on the back of the chair, and inserted the SLR memory card into the card slot of the Macbook, "I'll show you some photos, all of them were taken today. If you like it, I'll wash it out for you."
Qiao Fengtian is sitting on a wooden armchair, and the antique design has a post-modern thought, but it is very heavy and heavy to move, just like now Qiao Fengtian wants to move it to the side, but he feels that he can't move it. . You can only sit against the armrest on your left, leaving the space for half your body.
"Why don't you move to the Second Ring Road, eh?" Zheng Siqi turned his head to look at him and smiled at him. He kept clicking the mouse, "Can you see clearly from such a distance?"
"My eyesight is very, very good."
Zheng Siqi laughed, "It's very special, what does it look like?"
"Bus." Qiao Fengtian touched the rim of the mug with his hand, "Basically, if I look at the outline from a distance, I can tell which bus it is."
"Did you even guess it?"
Qiao Fengtian really tilted his head and thought for a while, "Then change it... that's the word, the type of the small four that is printed out, I can read it clearly no matter how far it is."
"real or fake?"
"I lied to you as a puppy." The words were straightforward.
"Then I'll try."
Zheng Siqi took the calendar book at hand with great interest, moved back and held it flat on his chest, parallel to Qiao Fengtian's line of sight, "Is it okay to go this far?"
"Just take it a little further."
Zheng Siqi lowered his head and put a small letter on his fingertips, "This?"
"It's in the way, move away." Qiao Fengtian fiddled with the bangs under his eyebrows, seeing Zheng Siqi's clean nails like clear jade pieces, he followed his fingertips back an inch and narrowed his eyes, " Lu, Danfeng Bailu."
It's really a "lu" word. Zheng Siqi smiled in amazement, but did not give up, turned the page, and pointed again, "This?" light grey.
"Later, after empty mountains and new rains, the weather will be late and autumn will come." Qiao Fengtian recites the whole poem from the subtitle with certainty. Zheng Siqi lowered his head to confirm, then raised his head and gave a thumbs up, "Amazing."
"I'll just say it." A little bit of self-confidence leaked from Qiao Fengtian's face, which was particularly subtle and not obvious.
"I'm quite envious of your physique. You're not nearsighted." Zheng Siqi put the calendar back on the desk and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "especially someone like me who wore glasses in junior high school."
"That shows that you study hard." Qiao Fengtian touted it half-truth and laughed before he finished speaking.
"Come on, I played games day and night, my sister took me to the optical shop for optometry, and she scolded me with my red scarf all the way, saying that you are so blind, and I don't see how many words you read a day. It's a waste of money." Zheng Siqi recalled some trivial people and things at that time, and people seemed to become more gentle, "I was a little second-rate in the last grade at that time, shaved a screw hole and just released it. I have a short head, and I wear thin-rimmed glasses every day like a dog, and the head teacher points at me and jokes all day long, hey, that little literati, come and answer this question and let me see."
After Qiao Fengtian listened to the music with the cup, he felt that in a few words, the image of an undisciplined boy would be more plump and three-dimensional. It was like reading a novel of a retrospective nature. Halfway through reading, he knew only a little about the characters, so he was full of heart. Excited to turn to the next page.
In fact, Zheng Siqi is not a person who likes to reveal himself to others unconditionally, nor is he happy for others to treat his own things as something that can be dramatized. But Qiao Fengtian was different to him.
On the one hand, he is a person who has nothing to do with his past. He is neither like a colleague nor a fixed friend. The intersection between them is current and the depth is appropriate. He can regard his former self as a completely unfamiliar independent personality, and what he perceives will be objective and fair, and will not be involved in some useless emotions; on the other hand, there are impulses and demands that he himself does not understand— If you take the initiative to throw out your past, will it allow the other party to actively inform yourself of his past
Zheng Siqi wanted to get to know him, very much, very unreasonably.
"It's inconvenient, but." Qiao Fengtian's eyes shifted from Zheng Siqi's lenses to the bridge of his nose, "You look really good with glasses."
Zheng Siqi took off his glasses, "I don't wear them, you can believe it."
The glasses were placed on the table, and the metal frame knocked on the table with a crisp sound. It is said that Zheng Siqi is thirty-five years old, no matter how well maintained, there is no way that there are no lines on his face. It's just that his lines are born in the corners of his eyes, like the meandering stream in the wild mountains and forests, and it looks like it should grow there, adding an extra piece of scenery.
Zheng Siqi's eyes are not covered by the lenses, and there is a sharp but jerky look in his eyes, which should be leftovers from his youth, and become a part of the freshness and the past, living in a corner under the bright lenses. Looking closely, this look is aggressive, which is different from Zheng Siqi's previous temperament.
Qiao Fengtian couldn't move his eyes for a while, and wanted to look in all directions.
I only saw it about once during the sports meeting, and it's still a long way off. I have never sat so close, so intuitive, so dedicated to showing myself that I have taken off my glasses. Only then did he realize that glasses were really not a necessity for him.
Some people are very strange. After wearing the glasses for a long time, the soul seems to have migrated into the glasses. The individual itself has become an accessory of the glasses. Wearing it or not wearing it seems to be arbitrary and comfortable, and it doesn't prevent him from dealing with people and things, and it doesn't prevent him from doing things in a gentle manner.
"If you wear it, it should be good." Zheng Siqi probably couldn't see the details of Qiao Fengtian's face, so he could only unconsciously move forward and speak.
His eyebrows got closer, and Qiao Fengtian's heart beat faster.
"I haven't tried either."
"Hey." Zheng Siqi handed his glasses forward and smiled, "I really want to see it."
The timing of this request was so bad and unfortunate that Qiao Fengtian couldn't directly tell him whether he was okay or not. Qiao Fengtian took the glasses, unfolded them, put them in his temples, and put the temples behind his ears. When the frame of the glasses touched the bridge of the nose, I felt the heaviness of the metal glasses, which was heavier than pressing down with one finger. Qiao Fengtian dialed Liu Hai and raised his head.
Zheng Siqi glanced at it, and then smiled after a moment of stunnedness, but it was the kind that was especially kind.
"To be honest, this kind of thing has always been very incompatible with my fancy nightclub style. If I had black hair, I might look more natural." Qiao Fengtian pushed up his glasses and pressed the tip of his nose uncomfortably. The head is not fully raised.
"Are you dizzy?" Zheng Siqi asked him.
Qiao Fengtian nodded truthfully, "Dizzy, especially dizzy, you are all flowers."
"Anyway, it's more than 900 degrees. I haven't tested it this year. I don't know if it has deepened." Zheng Siqi reached out and took off his glasses for Qiao Fengtian, and his fingertips touched the bridge of the other person's nose, "Although your eyesight is good, you won't be able to enter the optical shop for a lifetime, but you wear it. It's really pretty."
Qiao Fengtian touched the bridge of his nose that he touched, "Aren't you proud of yourself?"
"No support, conscience, send four." Zheng Siqi put the glasses back on the bridge of his nose, and suddenly raised four fingers like a teenager, pretending to be serious towards the ceiling.
Qiao Fengtian was stunned for a moment, looked up at his fingers, put the mug flat on the table, and couldn't help laughing.
"No, no, I reluctantly believe it."
All the photos were imported into the computer, and there were three or four hundred in total, many of them from Zheng Yu, and more from Xiao Wuzi. The close-up in the panorama, the close-up, and the close-up. Qiao Fengtian followed Zheng Siqi's scrolling mouse all the way, and he always felt that this person took a set of free photos for his nephew.
"Why is Xiao Wuzi so dark in the mirror..." Qiao Fengtian stared at the screen for a long time and came to this sentence.
Zheng Siqi raised his eyebrows sideways, "Hey, it's too strange for you to focus on it?"
"It was."
"Boys, they are dark and manly, and they have always been more liked by girls."
"For example, your jujube?" Qiao Fengtian joked.
Zheng Siqi stared at him for a moment before shaking his head with a smile, "No, Zao'er can't."