The last time I came to Linan, Wen Lijia fell in love with the roasted eggplant and brown sugar ice powder in a food stall in the north of the city. This time I came to Linan, half for the client and half for the grilled eggplant, and it has little to do with seeing Zheng Siqi or not.
It was night in Linan, the sky was dark, and the snack street in the north of the city stretched 500 meters away from a simple red cloth tent. The city was noisy. There are bright enough hanging lamps hanging from house to house, and there are several short and flat dining tables densely arranged inside, surrounded by water-red plastic stools with missing arms and broken legs. The barbecue grills are far apart, clipped by the curb, smoldering. The boss fanned his palm fan over, and the electric donkey on Liaodi Road turned around and rode away with his nose covered.
"Eating a barbecue and dressing up so seriously, these days, it's only real estate agents who don't leave their shirts and ties." Wen Lijia simply stepped on the slippers in the two hotels and chose one with slightly more complete arms and legs. I sat down on the plastic stool and flipped through a pile of greasy hand-ordered recipes.
"I just got off work, where can I change you a T-shirt and big pants?" Zheng Siqi took off the thin coat outside, and felt greasy wherever he wanted to wear it. Looking around, it doesn't look clean, so let's get it right.
"Zao'er is left at home alone?" Wen Lijia looked up and asked.
"How can I do it?" Zheng Siqi took a sip of the tea from the paper cup and swallowed a mouthful of rotten tea stalks, "My sister has picked up the house."
Zheng Siqi has many stinky problems, but he is not very picky about food. A meal of 1,800 can be eaten, and he can also eat small stalls and small stoves that are clean and unclean next to the road teeth. Before going to college, Zheng Siyi's living expenses were very tight, and he never let Zheng Siqi eat outside.
When I can remember until I was 20 years old, Zheng Siqi used to eat home-cooked food, but Zheng Siyi seasoned women, which was generally sweet. Zheng Siqi mentioned it several times every year without change. When I went to university and went to graduate school, it was the cafeteria, and after graduation, I went directly to Lida as a teaching assistant or the cafeteria. As far as satiety is concerned, his appeal is not so strong. But it really made him feel delicious, gentle, and thoughtful, except for the supper Zheng Siyi cooked for him every night in his senior year of high school, it was nothing more than Qiao Fengtian.
In that person's pan and pot, everything he had tasted was not rigid, but seemed to be boiled into a figurative mood.
Zheng Siqi brushed his thinned and shortened temples, and when he heard Li Jia take a look at him from the menu, "Where can I cut my hair, I haven't seen it before."
"Is it okay?" Zheng Siqi asked him.
"Let's put it this way, the original eight-point male has finished nine."
Zheng Siqi continued to blow tea stems and drink water, "No, you, you didn't go to the ten capitals."
Wen Li Jia stared at the menu and smiled, "Your face is bigger than a footbath."
Hearing that Li Jia made a drastic request for a table, not counting the eggplant and crucian carp that were served alone, he would bake out three or four hundred skewers of the ones with only the sticks, and he brought ten cans of 500 liters of Budweiser beer. The low table was full and there was nowhere to start.
Hearing Li Jia "呲", he pulled open the beer tab and handed it to Zheng Siqi, "Is your sister okay in the past few years?"
"If you can see it, you will open it early, and if you can't see it, it hasn't opened yet. That's it, it's not bad." Zheng Siqi took the can and squeezed the aluminum bottle.
"Don't look for it anymore?" Wen Li Jia smiled, "The conditions are so good."
"I'm busy with work and my son is going to school. If you can talk about the affairs of the seven aunts and eight aunts, you won't think about yourself." She squeezed a brined edamame, peeled out the bean and rice inside and passed it in. In his mouth, "I've been thinking about finding a partner for me all day long."
Hearing Li Jia spit out a sip of beer, "Hey, who is it?"
"As long as she can inquire about it, she can get in touch."
In addition to Lu Yiming, Zheng Siyi in twos and threes stuffed Zheng Siqi with the mobile phone numbers of many little girls. This nephew's daughter, that elementary school girl, all who have gained her old man's eyes are single, waiting to be married and underage. Zheng Siqi's brain hurts when he hears it, and he pretends to evade that everyone is a young man who has never been married. Key university teachers also earn less, just a little bit of dead wages.
Zheng Siqi opened his mouth and praised his younger brother as the fifth diamond king—then don't all girls like tall and good-looking ones now! Is getting married or not having children as a second priority? What's wrong with the university teachers? How many people want to go in to teach, but they can't get in? Our family has a good reputation! You don't look down on yourself all day long, you don't look down on your family, you are very good, and it's up to you to choose.
"Then you can pick one." The roasted eggplant was served on the table, fragrant a tent, and Li Jia hurriedly went to pick up the iron plate handed over by the proprietress, "You are thirty-six at the end of the year. So is there a good introduction to you?"
"Come on, I won't pick forty-six." Zheng Siqi continued to lower his head and peel the edamame.
"No way?"
Zheng Siqi threw a shell on his head and smiled, "No, second uncle, I'm very strong."
"Then don't hurry to find it." Wen Lijia tilted his head to hide with the eggplant in his mouth. "Man in his thirties is a wolf and tiger. It's not a problem to hold it like this all the time."
"It's because of me." Zheng Siqi pushed down his glasses.
"Don't tell me because Zao'er, you're not that kind of person, I know."
Zheng Siqi looked at him with a smile, "You're better than me, I'm taller than me, then you continue to guess, you guess me why."
Wen Lijia leaned closer, raised her eyebrows and said, "I met someone who felt good? Did the garage call you last time?" Wen Lijia raised her chin and paused for two seconds, "Hey, is it you? He called me a few months ago and asked me to help him keep an eye out for the next traffic accident."
"Whoever it is." Zheng Siqi took a sip of his beer.
"Whatever is who, how do I know who it is, if you don't let me guess and play, I'll just mention it like that, isn't it?"
Zheng Siqi smiled but didn't say a word, and wiped a bunch of beer foam from his mouth with his finger. Glitteringly attached to the fingertips, it melted into malt-flavored water when it was crushed.
"Hey, you're in a hurry, don't give a mystery, but don't give a solution." Wen Li Jia looked at him and rolled his eyes when he couldn't speak for a long time.
There was a damp night wind blowing, and Zheng Siqi was confused by what he said.
The next day it was overcast, and Qiao Fengtian accompanied He Qian to the municipal disease control and epidemic prevention station in the neighboring city of Qingyi. He Qian's guilty conscience was broken, he didn't dare, he could only ask Qiao Fengtian for help and drag him over to be a pillar.
Driving all the way on the high-speed, the sky is obscure and misty, like layers of light-colored ink and wash, so that the smudges cannot be opened, and they gather into thick and burred, upside-down balls like crab shells.
Qiao Fengtian was angry, almost furious - "Why didn't you say it earlier? Why didn't you say it when I asked you at that time?!"
Qiao Fengtian drove for He Qian, looking at him on his back, still idle, half-recumbent on the co-pilot and closed his eyes. He folded his hands on his stomach and tapped his fingers one after the other.
It was a month ago that I felt unwell, my throat was sore, and my tonsils were red and swollen. At first, it was when the petty man caught a cold, got on fire, and swallowed a week's worth of aspirin and 999. It's just that I can't feel it getting better every day, but it seems to be getting worse day by day. When I became concerned, I realized that it was not only the tonsils in my throat, the lymph nodes in my groin were swollen and painful, there were three or four more ulcers in my mouth, and there was also a small dense rash on my armpits.
He Qian, a person like Qiao Fengtian, buried a thunderstorm in his heart every day, and a high-hanging sword on top of it. Some people are cautious and look forward to the future, and some people are more unlucky than others if they don’t believe themselves, and they are so unlucky that they often cannot remember.
Saying that he is not afraid is a lie, he pretended to be calm and continued to maintain his livelihood, and went to work normally. From the moment he realized that he was almost 60% sure, he could hardly sleep, good or bad, the worst, he had done enough psychological construction. whole month.
As soon as he stepped on the door, he still told Qiao Fengtian.
"It's really about to be hit. It makes no difference if you check early and late."
"Put your mother's fart." It's not advisable to get angry while driving, Qiao Fengtian suppressed his emotions and stopped after just scolding.
He Qian was happy to tell him, "I just love to hear you scold people. I feel more at ease when you scold me dirty." He turned his head to look out the car window, the mottled green high-speed guardrail was swiftly going backwards.
"Your girlfriend, have you done it recently?" Qiao Fengtian asked in a deep voice, holding the steering wheel.
He Qian turned back and glanced at him casually, smiled and said nothing.
"I asked if you and your girlfriend have done it recently, yes or no." Qiao Fengtian looked forward and repeated the question in a tougher tone.
"...No, it's hard, I haven't touched her."
For a moment, Qiao Fengtian's almost relieved emotions were exposed in the slow sinking of his shoulder line. He Qian leaned on the back and stared at him, thinking it was funny, "Sometimes I really think that you and I are not from the same country... I'm looking for a girlfriend, you call me cheating on marriage, what do I do, ask me if I'm with her? Do... why do you always think about others." He Qian pushed the tip of his nose and closed his drooping eyes.
"Don't be good or bad, I'm for you."
Qiao Fengtian fine-tuned the direction, "It's more comfortable for one person to survive than to tie up another person. You die at least because you want to die, and others will not push you to die."
The two were silent in the car for a long time. The specious raindrops landed two drops on the windshield head-on, splashing with a faint "click" sound. Qiao Fengtian was ready to turn on the wipers, but there were only three or two drops, and they stopped when they fell.
"Bah." He Qian sideways smiled and spat, "I really want to be infected with HIV, so I'll give you a fucking curse on your kid."