Qiao Fengtian didn't ask why, and Zheng Siqi didn't explain.
The speed of flipping the photos is very slow, Qiao Fengtian can look carefully at each one, including color, framing, proportion and composition. Zheng Siqi is good at using the blank space in the picture in the painting technique, and he likes to place the little five or the jujube in a small area of the picture, fill it with flowers and plants, the sky, and freeze a frame, like a pair of fine brushwork paintings.
If it is a close-up, the timing is also extremely accurate, and the theoretical requirements of "decisive moment" are thoroughly understood, and in a short fraction of a second, things with decisive significance are summarized and highlighted. Every close-up of Xiao Wuzi's expression is subtle and extended, like a thought that can hook into his heart according to the situation.
Among them, there is one sideways. Little Wuzi holds a blue hydrogen balloon in his hand and stares up. Under the blue sky, his tender mandible angle and curled eyelashes are clear and clear.
Qiao Fengtian thinks every picture is good and likes them all.
Zheng Siqi flicked the mouse's scroll wheel and propped one leg up on the back chair. The light from the screen dyed his frame a pale blue.
"Little Wuzi has heavy eyebrows and looks very photogenic."
"It's just not as energetic as other children." Qiao Fengtian smiled and glanced at the screen, "It's silly and boring."
"Do you feel bad?" Zheng Siqi asked him.
Qiao Fengtian didn't think for a long time, "Of course it's not good."
Without the heart of a child, how could it be good.
"Then have you ever thought that these things can also become his advantage." Zheng Siqi pushed the mug on the table with the back of his hand, "If you don't drink it, it will be cold, and if it is cold, it will be fishy."
"You mean advantage?"
Qiao Fengtian cupped the cup with both hands, seeing that Zheng Siqi was still looking at him, like a child being watched to take medicine obediently, put the rim of the cup to his mouth, and poured a whole cup with his head up. After swallowing, I touched the edge of my mouth for a week, looked at the tips of my fingers, and wondered if it was stained.
"People are not black and white. Aside from violating the moral bottom line, personality is not either good or bad, right? What you think is bad now may not be his future excellence." Zheng Siqi pumped Handed a tissue to him, "Don't touch it, it's not stained."
Extraordinary
"It's nothing more than becoming more taciturn, hiding everything in your heart and not saying it?"
"That's just your guess right now, isn't it?" Zheng Siqi pushed down his glasses, "Xinxing is not static. It can change, and it's not a straight line that goes all the way to the end. I've been called a ruffian since I was a child. Angry, but do you think I am still slick and unreliable now?"
Qiao Fengtian shook his head.
"Because these bad things were absorbed and optimized by me, and because no one taught them, it took a little time, but if Xiao Wuzi is guided and cleared, I think he will understand quickly."
Qiao Fengtian shrugged helplessly, "But I myself live in a mess."
"Will it be?"
"Isn't it?" Qiao Fengtian asked rhetorically. Isn't this easy to see.
"Do you remember where your socks are?"
Zheng Siqi asked inexplicably, but his tone was firm. Qiao Fengtian was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Remember."
"Can you get up on time every day to go to work and not drag the time under the quilt?"
"Can."
"Then can you have three meals a day at the same time?"
"can."
"Then can you water the flowers and plants regularly in the sun?"
"can."
"So what do you think about right now, do you do it now?"
Qiao Fengtian thought for two seconds, "I will."
It's like taking an online psychological test of unknown origin.
"I can't do any of this. I'm six years older than you, and I can't do it. If you say messy, I'm messier. I just pretend to be calmer than you." Zheng Siqi put his chin on his knee and tilted his head. Looking at Qiao Fengtian, "You just take a lot of things too seriously, and you take things too seriously, and you will feel that you are walking deep and shallow. You are actually better than many people, really of."
Qiao Fengtian smiled incredulously, and You looked away to look at the armrest of the chair.
"In terms of personality, you must have had imperfect flaws in the past, but as an insignificant bystander like me, it has now become a shining advantage in you, and I can see it all. Appreciate it all."
Zheng Siqi did not hesitate to affirm, like a gentle and kind elder that Qiao Fengtian had never had the luck to meet in his life. He was playing a clanging pipa song in his head, which disturbed him, silently producing a joyful anxiety.
"So in the future, if you do something bad, you can come to me, and I can do my best to help you." Zheng Siqi naturally reached out and brushed his hair, "If you did a good job, you can do it if you want. Tell me so I can praise you well."
Qiao Fengtian desperately wanted to speak, begging Zheng Siqi's hand not to take it away so quickly.
The night became darker unconsciously, and Zheng Siqi asked Qiao Fengtian to stay overnight.
"Is it too much trouble?"
"It's trouble for you to trouble others, and trouble for me." Zheng Siqi spread out a foldable sofa beside the table and made a very spacious low bed. He pressed down with the palm of his hand, "One meter two by one meter eight, it's just right to sleep with you, and it doesn't take up any space."
"Anyway, you're saying I'm short."
Zheng Siqi brushed away the pale yellow down in the falling inner flock, "You can hear what I said in such a roundabout way, and the reading comprehension is perfect."
"… Depend on."
Qiao Fengtian whispered and sat down to test the softness of the sofa bed.
After informing him how to adjust the hot water in the bathroom, he took out a washed and folded old house clothes from the cabinet. Before turning off the lights, Zheng Siqi folded back from the door. He raised his hand and tried to pull Qiao Fengtian's neck, "Let me see."
The position that Lin Shuangyu had slapped on was no longer inexplicably painful, and when the broken hair was pushed aside, Zheng Siqi pressed it with a pinch and it didn't hurt. Instead, it was a kind of fullness that fermented at the fingertip temperature.
"It will be gone tomorrow, don't think about anything, sleep well, good night."
Qiao Fengtian would never dare to put on that suit. He half leaned into the sofa bed, feeling that he was lying in the boiling water, feeling that the whole room was filled with the smell of Zheng Siqi. In dim vision, he turned to the left, Zheng Siqi turned his head down and turned the book on his left; he turned to the right, and Zheng Siqi looked at him with his chin on his right. Opening his eyelids and staring out of the bay window impatiently and excitedly, Zheng Siqi turned into a round of Yingyue again, casting the snow-white brilliance of Cen Jing on the back of his feet.
Zheng Yu never dared to turn off the lights to fall asleep, so Zheng Siqi went to her room every night to tuck a round of quilts and turn off the lights.
Zheng Siqi tiptoed and stuffed the lotus-like arm that Zheng Yu had thrown back into the mattress. Zheng Yu closed his eyes and pulled it out reluctantly. Zheng Siqi had no choice but to stuff it again, throw it again, and stuff it again. So you and I fought for three hundred rounds, so Zheng Siqi wondered if this girl was awake.
He imitated Qiao Fengtian's appearance, and gently brushed away the lock of hair that fell on Zheng Yu's cheek.
Except for the first few touches, Zheng Siqi admitted that every time he reached out to Qiao Fengtian was intentional and deliberate. That state of mind is like teasing a soft white rabbit, touching his ear, and being surprised by its slight trembling, so I want to see it more, and I want to touch it more. Zheng Siqi couldn't express this kind of secret appeal that was almost malicious.
He is already a middle-aged man who has been pretending to be on the air for more than ten years. Even if he likes people, he must be serious, look ahead and think clearly.
Besides, Zheng Siqi wasn't sure what this thing was at all. He is sure that he is not gay, that there is a huge difference between them, and that Qiao Fengtian is not his aesthetic.
But what is the use of sure, this kind of problem is so complicated and unsolved.
The look of Qiao Fengtian wearing his glasses and looking up flashed in his mind for a moment. Zheng Siqi could be sure that his erotic desire to pull out the mean temperature line suddenly and quickly like a mercury needle at that moment was extremely real.