Zheng Siqi still remembers the reason he met Wen Li Jia. At that time, Zheng Siqi was as lost as a bird who lost his team. He continued to study for another year in senior year of high school. He couldn't understand what he learned. He sharpened his head and squeezed into the Chinese language preparatory class of Lishang Normal University. It also coincided with Zheng Siyi's early pregnancy, and the man had faint signs of domestic violence; Zheng Hanweng's left lung, in a unit physical examination, swept out an uncertain small shadow.
At that time, Zheng Siqi listened to bowls of chicken soup and threw himself into Lishang Normal's library, which was not rich in books. From "Red and Black" to "The Outsider", from "Border Town" to "Ten Years in Germany". Zheng Siqi concentrates only on reading, looking at the words, sentences, constructions, and styles, but he can't touch the apparatus and the core, and suffers from the inability to enter the heart.
It was too stuffy and bitter here, and there was not even a cracked window there.
Zheng Siqi is both pretentious and hesitant to enjoy his solitary label, not harmonious. So he didn't want to participate in the bullshit Talent Cup debate competition where the strong men were forced to play. Unable to bear the counselor's round after round of urging the list, the head teacher worked hard and gave both favors, from the collective honor to the evaluation of the party.
A debate team made up of temporary recruits and horses, all of them were reluctant, and when they stood up to make a rebuttal, they had a long face and were dubbed "the black-faced four hell team" by the courtyard. It's still upbeat, although the small sections are informal, the big scenes are all lively. A few people overcame all obstacles and cut off all the small fish and shrimp in the school and entered the semi-finals.
In the semi-finals, it was the School of Political Science and Law. The defenders in the previous debate competitions, and they have almost monopolized the rankings every year. The second debate is equivalent to a spear of attack in the debate field. The most precise and continuous point-of-view attack is required under the defensive position of the first and three sides of the first debate. The second debate of politics and law is Wen Li Jia, and the humanities is Zheng Siqi.
That year's debate topic Zheng Siqi still remembered very clearly after all these years. It was a sentence of Wang Xiaobo - although there will be all kinds of disappointments in life, you can still choose between happiness and misfortune. Humanities are the opposite.
At that time, Zheng Siqi thought this was nonsense. make a choice? How to choose? Who gives the right to choose? Did you choose? Is it possible to choose
He felt that he had opinions to raise and remarks to say, but when it came to his mouth, he became full of complaints and complaints. If he really said it, he would appear to be a childish child at the moment. So Zheng Siqi was extremely restless, and repeatedly dialed the microphone in his hand, frowning and staring at Wen Li Jia, who was five meters away, pushing the black-framed mirror on the bridge of his nose.
At that time, everyone knew that Li Jia was the president of the school's student union, with excellent grades, articulate, extensive communication, many connections, and extraordinary charisma. His suitors could be ranked from the school basketball court to the third canteen." Living in a secluded place" Zheng Siqi, who is like a reclusive old man, can't help but hear a thing or two.
At that time, Zheng Siqi could not despise such a well-rounded person.
The other party kept talking all the way, from point to point, from small to big, with Wang Xiaobo's own life and emotional experience as the lead, everything from human beings to human relations, from people's livelihood news to real-time politics, from Wang Yangming's mind ontology to the best way of water. Naturally, every sentence is very convincing. At the same time, the language and body cooperate properly, and the emotion is abundant, so it is more smooth and smooth.
Hearing the applause after Li Jia sat down for a long time, the host led the transfer of the lighting and the right to speak to Zheng Siqi. The old man was dizzy and dizzy by the other party's preaching throughout the past and present, and his heart was inexplicably arched with nameless fire. So he stood up with a sullen face and tilted his head, staring at the four boys in suits and leather shoes, who looked like dogs, with a determined smile on their faces.
Lucky and unfortunate you know shit.
"Stupid. Stupid."
The loudspeaker in the auditorium was very suitable to spread an embarrassing whistle. Zheng Siqi's two words were short and shrewd, and all of them were shocked. The teammates were silent, the audience was silent, the host was silent, and the judges and teachers were silent; Wen Li Jia pushed his glasses and stared at Zheng Siqi for a long time, and opened his mouth. For the first time, he couldn't catch the opponent who was so slanted and did not follow the script. routine.
Because of this, Wen Li Jia laughed at Zheng Siqi for more than ten years, mentioned it back, hugged his stomach and giggled and couldn't stop.
"I'm convinced." Passing by Jinji Lake, Wen Li Jia pressed the car window open, leaned on the backrest, and laughed until his shoulders twitched, "If you can't say anything, then curse people, I've never seen you so arrogant."
"I did it on a whim."
"Come on, get up, you act like that, if I want to sit in front of you, I'll have to come and give me a punch when I see you rolling up your sleeves."
"It's on point." Zheng Siqi laughed along with him.
At the end of the event, the "Black-faced Hell King" headed by Zheng Siqi was ordered to disband in situ by the school leaders. Zheng Siqi also became famous in the first battle and became an instant hit. He was the top topic in the private forum of Shanghai Normal University, and he was not listed for three weeks. After finally cooling down the situation, I suddenly became a fan of female fans. They all said that I like men with glasses who can scold people. They are more emotional, cool and contrasting! I just want to see him wearing a white shirt, pushing his glasses against the wall and swearing!
At that time, the word M was not shaken.
The car turned the steering wheel to the right and left Jinji Lake.
Over the years, apart from the appearance of the skin, Zheng Siqi's personality has changed so much that no one else dares to recognize it. The only thing I heard was that Li Jia still kept in touch with him, because they were busy, and because they were far apart, at most it was just one phone call and one video, but it was rare for them to be uninterrupted for many years. Over the years, I heard Li Jiaxun's footsteps in Zheng Siqi's journey of change.
After the debate competition, he was also curious, so he contacted the humanities debaters through his friends and came out to eat K songs, which was a smile. The other three were under the pretense that Zheng Siqi couldn't get away, and what he was really interested in was Zheng Siqi.
The first time he saw someone, he was able to blend the restrained smell of the book and the noisy ruffian into one.
But before noticing, these sharp edges on Zheng Siqi's body were polished away. The jade bi, like water droplets, seems to be able to transmit light, and there are chaotic patterns on the inside, as if the lines are smooth, and the tentacles are hard and cold. It is a personality that is very suitable for entering the WTO; as a friend, Wen Li Jia is pleased for Zheng Siqi, as himself, Wen Li Jia feels a pity - he seems to be missing a point to focus on.
Zheng Siqi was in a hurry to go back to school, and was temporarily unable to accompany Wen Li Jia to have a meal. The doorman of the hotel led the way at the door and pointed Zheng Siqi to the underground parking garage of the Holiday Hotel.
"There should be time tomorrow night. I'll make an appointment with you at that time." Zheng Siqi took the card and turned on the headlights. "I won't be able to accompany you for a long time. It's almost the end of the semester."
Wen Li Jia lowered his head and pressed his mobile phone and said with a smile, "I'm here to find clients, and I'm not really here to play in Linan. You're busy with your work, and I'll talk about it when you have time."
Zheng Siqi didn't have time to answer the call, the phone rang, and instead of looking at the caller, he pressed the bluetooth on his ear. Wen Li Jia heard him first casually "en", and when the other party said something short, he smiled and answered, "What's wrong?"
Qiao Liang said the first sentence in the morning. He was sent to a general ward last month, a clean single room with a separate toilet, facing the sun in the south. It's a very good location. It stands to reason that if you don't open the back door or take shortcuts, you can't find it. Qiao Fengtian is surprised. So I went to ask the attending doctor, and only vaguely said that there was a head nurse who sold a petty favor, a trivial matter, and lived with peace of mind.
Lin Shuangyu was helping to cut a face-sized apple on the side, holding it in one hand, and using the knife in the other hand to go around in circles. At that time, people were superstitious, and they all paid attention to the way of cutting an apple. They said that it was best to keep on going, life, longevity, and emotions to be smooth and continuous.
Little Wuzi stared attentively on the side, Lin Shuangyu frowned and slashed nervously. The pale yellow flesh was exposed in the air, giving off a fruity fragrance, and the long and thin peel was also stacked on Lin Shuangyu's black woolen pants. When it was cut to the root, Lin Shuangyu paused, and Xiao Wuzi also quickly stood away.
He knew that if the skin was broken, grandma would have to scold him, blaming him for standing close to him and getting in his way. He is small, but he knows too well the ability of adults to throw the blame.
Just a little bit of sunlight outside the window, the index finger finally hooked the handle of the knife, pressed hard against the belly of the thumb, and it was done.
"mom… "
Lin Shuangyu was very happy, holding the peel to show her grandson, so she didn't hear such a faint and vague first sound. It was the little five who turned his head sideways and suddenly pointed at the hospital bed behind Lin Shuangyu in surprise. The statue of Qiao Liang has gone through a long underwater parade and is about to go ashore. The outside world is both unfamiliar and sensitive. The Adam's apple rolled up and down between the thinned necks, and the tone of voice was low and flat, as if he had not thought of a suitable vocal angle. Lin Shuangyu anxiously rang the nurse bell beside the bed, and Xiao Wuzi ran to the nurse station first.
Qiao Liang took a hard and slow breath before frowning and saying "grandmother".
Qiao Fengtian wandered back and forth in the corridor of the inpatient department, biting the nails of his thumbs. He held his mobile phone and listened to the waiting sound quietly. He couldn't calm down. He was both happy and flustered. He wanted to calm down but couldn't hold back. He knew that he should thank the attending doctor first, and then ask about the next treatment plan; then go to comfort Lin Shuangyu and Xiao Wuzi, and then call Du Dong and Li Li.
But no. He just wanted to call Zheng Siqi first, just wanted to hear his voice, and wanted him to say a few words to himself in that tone.
It was he who said, "You did a good job. If you want, you can tell me, so I can praise you well."
Wen Li Jia said that he was not surprised was false. The last time I came to Linan was three years ago. At that time, Zheng Siqi, apart from Zheng Yu and some friends, could not be so kind and gentle to others.
On the phone, Qiao Fengtian talked things off and on, as if he was afraid that the other party would not understand, and then changed the conversation and explained the details again. He listened patiently, occasionally giving back to the other party with an "en" at key positions, indicating that he was listening carefully; when the other party stopped talking, he smiled back to him and said, "You talk slowly, I'm listening. ."
Zheng Siqi faced the sun and walked forward with the phone in his hand, leaving Wen Li Jia behind him.