One portion of stewed chicken with bamboo shoots, one portion of stewed beef with oranges, and one portion of green pepper lettuce slices. Put it on a plate, and put out a small bowl of rice and a small bowl of kelp soup. Zheng Siqi led him to sit at the corner of the west end next to the window. There were few people, and there were occasional clangs of cups and plates colliding.
"Eat." Zheng Siqi held back his smile and handed over the chopsticks from the disinfection cabinet. Qiao Fengtian frowned, stared at the stewed beef with orange seriously, and nodded crookedly.
"Do you have a contracted orchard here?"
Zheng Siqi raised his eyebrows and smiled in disbelief, "Yes, in the new campus of Xishu, the orchard contracted by the Academy of Biological Sciences, how do you know?"
Qiao Fengtian turned the chopsticks in his hand, "It's all the way of the cafeteria. After the fruit can't be used, it will be broken if you leave it, so it's better to fry it, right?"
"Yes, this IQ, but this is only one of them."
"What else?" Qiao Fengtian turned his chopsticks again.
Zheng Siqi compared three fingers, "The dark cooking giant selected by the students, stewed beef with orange, stir-fried spicy strips with green peppers, and dumplings filled with salty beans."
"Beans..." Qiao Fengtian couldn't help frowning even tighter, as if the bowl of glutinous rice balls had been brought to him steamingly, and he couldn't help but slam his chopsticks to the side of the plate.
"The pickled one." Zheng Siqi pushed down his glasses and gestured with a thin strip, "but you don't have a good taste today, the other two have to go to another cafeteria to taste it, and the food and beverage team leader there is better than here. more imaginative."
Qiao Fengtian flipped the orange petal on the dial, "When I was in school, the canteen master was hired from the villages and towns according to his duties, and he would fry those dishes and eat them when they gathered together. Shit, now that I think about it, I have to cherish luck."
"Our school employs a lot of teachers, and when people relax, their brains turn faster." Zheng Siqi put his hands on his chin. "There is still a watermelon field in the department of biology. What kind of brain holes will you open up when summer begins?"
"Fry the meat again?"
Zheng Siqi spread his hands, "I'm not sure about chicken, duck, and fish. I'll pack it for you when it's new, and send it to you to try it?"
"You got it." Qiao Fengtian shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in shock, and glared.
Once unrelated things meet, if you want to be more surprised than frightened, it depends on fate and fortune.
Qiao Fengtian first picked up an orange, raised it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. It smelled a normal fruity scent, then he blinked and handed it to his mouth hesitantly. Zheng Siqi looked at his appearance, with a tragic expression of dying like a suicide, so he almost laughed in front of him, "If you know, you are eating, if you don't know, you are going to bomb a bunker. "
"You have the right to be me, right?" After swallowing the orange flesh, he took a piece of beef and chewed it in his mouth.
"How about it?"
Qiao Fengtian swallowed everything in his mouth carefully, put down his chopsticks and nodded firmly, "Listen to the darkness, it tastes quite refreshing, with a strong orange flavor and a sweet taste."
"Really or not?" Zheng Siqi listened to what he said in a reasonable manner.
"You haven't eaten it for a long time and come to me to test the poison, right?" Pushing the plate forward, "Tast it, the revolutionary predecessors have led the way for you, you won't die from eating it."
Qiao Fengtian didn't feel anything wrong with eating the same thing for a while, and Zheng Siqi didn't feel anything wrong either. Qiao Fengtian saw that he also took a small mouth and put it in his mouth. At first, his face was as usual, then the word "Chuan" appeared between his eyebrows, and then deepened, and then he stopped chewing with a stiff jaw.
"How is it?" Qiao Fengtian pursed his lips.
"...Liar." Zheng Siqi raised his hand to block the people below. His high literacy prevented him from tilting his head and spit the stuff in his mouth, "You did it on purpose."
This thing looks pretty neat, how lethal is so powerful!
"Who asked you to let me write three thousand words." Qiao Fengtian couldn't hold back his joy, and threw his spoon into the kelp soup bowl and pushed him in front of him, "Equally."
"I pretended to let you write that you sincerely let me eat, but I lost." Zheng Siqi picked it up and poured half a bowl of soup.
"Then I still took a big mouthful without changing my face and my heart." The corner of Qiao Fengtian's mouth rose, "I'm almost scolding people, so I have to endure it."
Zheng Siqi stared at his mouth, his eyelashes narrowed, and he looked at him solemnly, "So happy?"
"No." Qiao Fengtian touched his neck.
"That smile is so happy."
The laughing muscle raised by Qiao Fengtian's cheek had a tendency to fall back, and he cleared his throat, "Then I won't laugh anymore."
"Don't." Zheng Siqi swallowed the sweet and salty mixture in his mouth, unable to tell the unknown taste, and raised his hand to support his forehead again, "Laugh, it looks good when you smile."
The wind picked up in the evening, and it was hot, as if it was blown out of a cage. Qiao Liang entered the general ward, and Qiao Fengtian had to watch the night. During the day, Lin Shuangyu and Lin Shuangyu took turns taking care of the five children's meals, and at night it was Qiao Fengtian who was in the hospital. Lin Shuangyu felt less sleep and asked her to stay there. Qiao Fengtian knew that she couldn't sleep much all night.
Du Dong kept rushing him from the store to his home, but Qiao Fengtian didn't listen. I feel that there is less, there are more ways to go, and all the gaps and holes have been filled up.
Walking along a row of wisteria vines in the green lake, the seasonal May flowers and the pale-colored buds are densely hanging on the leaves on the vines, as Zongpu said, like a waterfall. Zheng Siqi's shoulder line was flush with the tip of Qiao Fengtian's nose. He looked up to see that his hair had grown, and the broken hair was touching the collar of his shirt, slightly turned outward.
"If you're not in a hurry, can you cut your hair for you?" Qiao Fengtian pinched the stack of thick photos Zheng Siqi gave him, "It will be hot soon in summer."
"Is there a discount?" Zheng Siqi put his hands in his pockets and nodded, the top of his hair would touch the delicate bell-like tip of the wisteria radish.
"free."
"Then your big boss is not allowed to blacklist me."
Something light fell off the top of his head, Qiao Fengtian shrank a little and touched the top of his hair, "What are you afraid of, the second boss will cover you."
Zheng Siqi stretched out his hand and spread it out for Qiao Fengtian to see. What fell was a formed stamen, "Let's go."
Pushing open the store door, there was a roaring sound of a hair dryer. The guy was brushing the hair on the ground while Du Dong was blowing a handful of freshly baked and oiled hair.
"Cut or wash you guys a little - yo, why didn't you leave it in the hospital?" Du Dong turned his head to see Qiao Fengtian, turned off the hair dryer in his hand, and swept the ends of his fluffy hair.
"I'll bring you a guest." Qiao Fengtian raised his forehead and took the black apron from the cupboard.
Du Dong looked back and saw Zheng Siqi, "Yo!"
"Hello." Zheng Siqi was meeting him for the second time.
"Hey, good! So what, Xiao Du, lead someone to wash your hair first." Du Dong greeted warmly and warmly, pointing to the compartment inside.
"It's okay, I'll wash it, you can do your job." Qiao Fengtian wrapped the apron's tie around his waist twice and pointed at Zheng Siqi, "Come on."
Zheng Siqi casually looked at his waist. Narrow and straight, with inwardly concave arcs on both sides. Wearing clothes alone looks thin and empty, and when you stretch your apron, you can see that you have muscles and bones, and you can see that he is tall and flexible. The ratio is really good.
Zheng Siqi still couldn't lie down on the bed in the shampoo room, and still hung his calves with nowhere to rest. It's just a little more thoughtful than the first time, Qiao Fengtian moved him a square footstool.
Zheng Siqi took off his glasses and closed his eyelids, while Qiao Fengtian held the shower head and measured the water temperature with his wrist. With the sound of water clattering in his ears, he and Qiao Fengtian raised their bodies and lifted the legs of their chairs with their strength to touch the "click" sound on the floor tiles.
"Flip the collar again."
He pushed aside the other's forehead and waited, seeing Zheng Siqi's upper body half-up, reached out and folded his collar without a way out.
"If you do that, you will be out of the way again. If you depreciate your collar, you will not be able to stand up." Qiao Fengtian wiped the water stains on his hands with a cloth, "I'll do it."
Qiao Fengtian's hands were still cold. Slightly cool is not cold, it is similar to the temperature of the earlobe blown by the cool wind after a morning run in winter, and the touch is similar. Zheng Siqi felt that the other party was folding inward instead of outward, and the four fingers guided the clothes to be folded neatly into the clothes.
The touch is not the same as the first time, Zheng Siqi attributed it to the different mood.
"Is your scalp itchy?"
"good."
Five fingers rubbed into his hair, there was no way to let him relax any more, it was more for him to subconsciously focus on the walking of his fingers, including brushing the cuffs of his side face, and the warm breath falling on his forehead.
"Is that mark on the back of your neck a tattoo?" Qiao Fengtian asked him suddenly.
"I've seen it all." Zheng Siqi smiled with his eyes closed and didn't mind the other party's inquiry at all.
"En." Qiao Fengtian was embarrassed to say that he had seen it eight hundred years ago.
"When I was a freshman in high school, there were Young and Dangerous Boys on TV, Chen Haonan's pheasant brother, Yishui'er Zuo Qinglong and right Baihu. At that time, there happened to be a tattoo shop in the Hutong Lane at the entrance of the school, and a bunch of boys in the class didn't learn well. , those who form gangs are confused."
"You're still quite brave." Qiao Fengtian arched his palms and rubbed them hard.
"Those people went in simply. In the end, it was me and the other two who were really tattooed. The others saw real knives and real guns, and heard the howl of a tall man with tattoos. They were so scared that they turned around with their schoolbags on their backs. gone."
"Are you really stubborn?"
"It's not enough to bite the bullet. At that time, my bones were harder than bricks. I closed my eyes and lay down."
Qiao Fengtian paused for a moment, "... what style is it?"
"There is an anchor at the back of my neck. I just wash it when it's inconvenient for work." He raised his finger and pointed to his left waist. "There is a bird here, so I didn't wash it if it was covered."
After a while, Qiao Fengtian felt that Zheng Siqi should not tell himself that he had another tattoo on it. It was almost a seduction in disguise, enticing him to pull out the shirt of his suit trousers, and then lift the corner of his shirt to see the bird thoroughly. It's like a piece of watermark falling on the placket, once you care, you can't help but look at it.
The waist is too metaphorical.
The phone rang, Qiao Fengtian freed up a wet hand to take it, the screen displayed He Qian.