With the age approaching, Qiao Fengtian was accustomed to panic, dreams and sleeplessness.
The things in the dream are quite mysterious and artistic when they are spoken.
In the dream, it is mostly looking down and walking forward, like a pair of wings on the back. From top to bottom, you can clearly see the lush green cedars on Lu'er Mountain, and a few Korean pine trees scattered in, standing tall among the trees.
The tips of the gray bird's wings are dyed with ink, passing over the swaying pine branches and passing through it. Qiao Fengtian suddenly had an indescribable anxiety in his dream, struggling to chase away. Heading up against the wind, avoiding obstacles, the silence in the woods became bright and open, high-pitched, and the restless heartbeat was temporarily integrated into this flying symphony.
Qiao Fengtian didn't have time to look at Langxi, Qingchi again, and the low and earth-colored old houses at the bottom of Lu'er Peak. The long dream was like a low-altitude glide across mountains and seas, ending abruptly with a plunge into a small gray cloud.
When I woke up, my hands and feet were sweaty, every time.
It wasn't until he touched the phone beside the pillow and saw the text message from Qiao Liang that he gradually calmed down.
On New Year's Eve, the streets were lively and festive, but unfortunately Zheng Siqi forgot to take a look at the almanac when he went out. Holding Zheng Yu, he was carrying a box of milk for Zheng Hanweng at the Lianjia, and disturbed the tender "filial piety of a father and daughter" with a phone call.
Due to the partial failure of the academic affairs system of Lida University, the final grades of the students of the School of Humanities and the School of Electronic and Communication lost everything. The dean of the department urged the head teachers of each class to hurry up and hurriedly come back and re-transcribe the grades on the grounds of "fearing that the students will not find their grades and have a bad year".
"How do you calculate the overtime pay? Is it three times a day?" Zheng Siqi put Zheng Yu in a group into the shopping cart, and returned a bunch of them to the head of the department.
The text message came back quickly: "The face is bigger than the moon on the fifteenth day of the first month. Come to school quickly and stop talking nonsense."
Zheng Siqi straightened his collar and held his forehead helplessly.
"Jujube."
"Well?" Zheng Siqi's horn braids were uneven and extremely ugly, but it didn't prevent Zheng Yu from liking the fluffy head flower. Zheng Yu put him in the palm of his hand, squeezed while smiling, "What's wrong, Dad?"
Zheng Siqi bowed her waist and tapped the tip of her pink nose: "Dad's school is temporarily busy, so I'll take you to Grandpa's house first, okay?"
"not good!"
"Aunt is here, and my brother is here. Would you like to play with you?"
"No no no..." Zheng Yu shook his head like a rattle, and hurriedly freed up one hand to drag Zheng Siqi, raised his butt to get up from the shopping cart and hug him: "No, no, I want to be with my father."
"Chengchengcheng." He held the little man in his arms, "We'll be together, let's sit back and don't move."
In fact, Zheng Siqi could not ask for it, because he was afraid that his daughter would be too noisy and boring.
When I rushed to the office of the Department of Humanities, I heard a wailing voice. The man who was in a hurry to go home to cook the New Year's dinner in a hurry to work, just kept his mouth shut, sat in front of the computer with a black face and cracked, flipping a stack of papers. The mouth is not in a hurry for a while, so I just don't do the business, and hold a teacup from one table to another.
It was Mao Wanjing.
"Hey Lao Zheng, can you... oh my jujube!"
Mao Wanjing grinned with white teeth all at once, squatted down in two steps, and hugged Zheng Yu tightly in her arms, took a sip on Zheng Yu's small face from left to right, and kissed her until she giggled and ducked back. .
"What kind of wind is blowing today to bring our little beauty, come, come, come, auntie and kiss again."
Hearing that Zheng Siqi had brought his daughter, the men and women who were working and not working, all stretched out their heads and looked over.
"It's blowing from the northwest." Zheng Siqi put his laptop on the table, put on his glasses with a smile, and said slowly, "If you really like it, I'll give birth to Zhang Yichuan, and I'll replace it for you when the copywriting comes back."
Zhang Yichuan is Mao Wanjing's husband. The two have just returned from their honeymoon and are on their wedding day.
"Come on, it's enough for the two of us to earn these few bucks." Mao Wanjing squeezed Zheng Yu's face again, "Don't let the child come out and suffer with me, wait for two years."
Mao Wanjing bought a new house in Linan City. In recent years, land resources in Linan have been scarce, housing prices have skyrocketed, and words like a gas meter have jumped up every season. The older generation scraped out a down payment from the teeth, a home appliance renovation, and a car and mortgage loan that was still in the future, which still had to fall on the shoulders of the little ones.
Tired and exhausted.
Compared with Zheng Siqi's RV, it is relatively easy to raise a daughter alone. Although he was widowed early, he didn't look too miserable.
"Go back and ask her to drink some water." Zheng Siqi touched a small thermal water bottle with a pink elephant mouth out of nowhere, and reached out and stroked Zheng Yu's mouth, "I've been crazy for a long time, and I didn't remember to give her a drink." Zheng Yushen He cut his tongue and licked his mouth.
"It's done." Mao Wanjing took the kettle, "You should be busy with the transcription first, and I will abduct the date."
Zheng Yu became anxious, struggling to get off Mao Wanjing.
"If I don't go, I'm going to stay with my father."
Mao Wanjing didn't let go, and while taking her limp body into her arms, she looked at Zheng Siqi's joy, "Oh, I really envy you for raising such a girl who sticks to you, she can't be dragged away like a dog skin plaster, and I will marry you when I grow up. Don't cry to death."
"Then I'm going to lose my hair overnight." Zheng Siqi then said to Zheng Yu in a gentle tone: "Zao'er is obedient, let's go to play with Auntie for a while, and then Dad will find you when he's busy, okay?"
Zheng Yu pouted: "How long is a while..."
"That's it." Zheng Siqi squatted down, "You can count from one to one hundred, one hundred to one hundred, and then Dad is fine." It just happened that this was taught in school, and it was reluctant to apply what she had learned.
"Oh… "
Mao Wanjing almost wanted to give Zheng Siqi a compliment—no paper, no pen, let alone a six-year-old boy, Hua Luogeng would be in a mess.
Zheng Siqi hung the small water bottle around her daughter's neck, and watched Mao Wanjing put her hands under her armpits, and lifted up Zheng Yusheng, who was mumbling and counting, like a flowerpot, and a pair of penguins stepped on the little water bottle. Walk towards the other teachers.
"Hey, come and come, everyone, I've moved Lao Zheng's daughter here!"
Men and women, young and old, responded to the sound, and took out all the hard candy and fruit Sachima in the drawer and put them on the table.
Yes, bring a live monkey that you have to buy a ticket to visit.
Most of the students in Zheng Siqi's class were strict with themselves, while few failed the subjects. When it was transcribed to Zhan Zhengxing, he couldn't help but stop the speed of his hand and glanced at it more.
The words are not handsome, but the victory lies in being neat and tidy. The idea of answering the questions is clear and accurate, and the words have something to say, and every word can be answered on the joints. Looking closely, Zhan Zhengxing is a good student who is diligent and smart, so Zheng Siqi doesn't pay special attention to him. But what Zheng Siqi really can't ignore is a little bit of "differentness" in him.
Whether it is a classmate or a teacher, he is estranged from his surroundings.
It is not a kind of temperament, not a kind of personality, but more like a core buried deep in the bones, which is slowly reflected through the conversation and behavior of dealing with people and things.
Subtly similar to that person, but actually very different.
What was that person... called
He dyed his hair, his skin was very white, and he was very thin. He beat Zhan Zhengxing first, then cut his hair for himself, and the one that was very beautiful.
what do you say that is
Zheng Siqi stared at a water green radish on the windowsill, tapped the pen lightly on the table, only to realize that he forgot to ask the person's name until now.
When Zheng Siqi finished his temporary task, it was already dark outside the window, and there was a little snow. I listened to the weather forecast yesterday, and it said that the temperature will change tonight. God is also free, so I sprinkle some white films, and add some new year flavor to Linan's first month and mid-winter.
Zheng Yu trotted all the way back to Zheng Siqi's legs, her face flushed red like an apple, and she grabbed the snacks and candies, and threw hundreds of them into the clouds. Although it was expected, Zheng Siqi still felt a little lost.
"Is it fun?" Zheng Siqi threw the mouse into the bag and took the empty water bottle in her hand.
"En!" Nodding vigorously, shaking his head, the pigtails jumped and jumped, "Dad, look! Aunt Mao Mao helped me re-tie my hair. They said you were too ugly."
"… "
"But I also like what Dad did."
"En." Zheng Siqi was delighted and rubbed his daughter's head, "We Zao'er like Dad the most, right?"
"kindness!"
Zheng Siqi is more satisfied than having a new car.
Go out of the office building to the garage. Zheng Yu's coat did not wear a hat, so Zheng Siqi wrapped his scarf around her head a few times, revealing a pair of bright eyes like an Arab woman. Zheng Siqi held her tightly with one hand and took Zheng Siyi's phone with the other.
"Where are you still not coming back! The turtles are all cooked!"
"Why are you cooking turtles?" Zheng Siqi took off Luoxue's glasses, "Zoer is afraid of that, so I don't eat jujube."
"Hey, if your daughter doesn't eat my son, will you eat it? Will your father eat it? Will your sister eat it? Don't talk about the seven, three, eight, four here, next year, you'll come and burn a table of rice. , are you going to talk to me again?"
He hurriedly replied with a smile: "Hey, sister, sister, sister, did I say something wrong, did I say it wrong, I've wiped all the bowls today, do you think I'm sincere enough?"
Zheng Siyi held on for a long time, then burst out laughing, "Okay, don't be poor with me, come back quickly! Hang up!" After saying "pa", she hung up the phone.
"Is it Auntie?" Zheng Yu was wrapped like a ball and happily stepped on the thin layer of clear snow covering the ground.
"Yes." Zheng Siqi raised his eyebrows at her, bowing his head, "Auntie burned you something with four legs and a tail."
"chicken!"
"No, it's smaller than a chicken."
"Goose!"
"Goose is bigger than chicken, silly date."
"fish!"
"Do fish have legs?"
"That, that, that is..."
In the faculty dormitory in front, there are children laughing and putting long-pole fireworks in the dark. With a "bang", a firework group with a small tail of flowing gold flew out of the flowing line, and suddenly opened in a dark night, scattered with colorful stars.
On the faces of pedestrians rushing home, colorful mottles were reflected.
"Snapped"
The little five broke a porcelain bowl in the lively hall.
The sound of a movement scared the adults who were drinking, eating, and chatting into silence, and they all turned their heads to stare at the stunned little five.
Lin Shuangyu's face didn't look good, the chopsticks he held hesitated for a while, and then fell back to the edge of the bowl.
"Hey! The broken pieces are safe, and the years are safe!"
Qiao Liang stood up and explained with a smile as he retreated from the dining table. After such an explanation, everyone returned to their senses, and they happily continued to serve wine and chopsticks, and said auspicious words one after another.
Lin Shuangyu reached out and pulled the bridge in time, and whispered sideways, "Where are you going?! Don't accompany your uncle to drink more for the New Year's Eve!"
"The blood pressure is so high that the old man made him drink more?" Qiao Liang frowned, "It's almost done... I'll go and deliver some food to Fengtian."
After speaking, he turned his head and walked away, holding Xiao Wuzi's hand, stepping on the wooden ladder, and went up to the second floor.
There are rules in Langxi Village, and children are not allowed to go to the main table.
There is one more in the old Qiao family, and Qiao Fengtian will not let him go to the main table.