When I came, I forgot to bring my umbrella, and when I came back, I was caught in a dilemma by a heavy rain.
No matter how cautious high-risk sexual behavior is, there is a risk of disease. After all, there is no absolute right or wrong in this situation. He has to wait for the inspection report before. The inspection cycle of such an epidemic prevention station is quite long.
He didn't know whether he was relieved or tired. On the way back to Linan, he lay on the back seat, raised his arms and covered his eyes and fell asleep. Qiao Fengtian searched around and couldn't find anything in the car that could block or cover it, and finally took off his jacket and covered him.
Driving at high speed, the windshield is streaked with rain, which separates the space of movement and stillness, like a completely undisturbed boundary. But this quietness is self-deceiving and a false construction under the neglect of life. You can stay for a moment, but it won't come out if you stay for a long time.
Back in the fourth round of the iron, the borrowed umbrella couldn't stop the excessive wind and rain that fell in a short while, and it was impossible to get half of the collar and sleeves soaked. Qiao Fengtian threw off 80% of the cool raindrops on the umbrella, and went upstairs with his drooping eyelashes wet by the rain.
Entering the door, Xiao Wuzi was at home, helping Lin Shuangyu peel a bag of green edamame. Originally in Langxi, Lin Shuangyu never let others touch things like beans, rice, garlic, hair, peach, hemp, and yam, saying that it would be too itchy to touch them.
"Why did get out of class end so early today?" Qiao Fengtian changed his shoes and propped his umbrella at the door. The rain beat against an old screen window in the living room, making a rustling sound.
The little five jumped down from the chair and took a half-new towel from the toilet to Qiao Fengtian, "There is only one class on Wednesday afternoon."
"I don't even mention it." Qiao Fengtian rarely forgets things. He took the towel and put it on his head, rubbing it from side to side, "Zaoer is still waiting at school?" Zheng Siqi couldn't get off work at this point.
"Interest class." The little five shook his head and sat down at the dining table, "The Children's Palace next to the school."
"Who sent it?"
"Head teacher." After jumping edamame to the bottom of the table, the little five hurriedly jumped off the chair and got in to pick it up.
Qiao Fengtian always felt guilty. It was hard enough to help Zheng Siqi in the past, but in the end it was more than enough to take care of Zheng Yu's meal. But things don't always happen by coincidence, and the energy is full at once, and the child still has to go back to the small dining table she doesn't like. Zheng Yu is too young, and has a completely different temperament from Xiao Wuzi. He is arrogant and innocent and cute, and he always feels bad about it. And can't trouble Lin Shuangyu to take care of other people's children, that's even more outrageous.
Lin Shuangyu brushed off the edamame shells that looked like the green hills in front of her, raised her feet and her slippers gradually touched the back of the fifth son, "You, if you can't find it, don't pick it up, let's go to the back room and study, the meal is good. I'm calling you, go."
Little Wuzi stretched out his dark arm, clenched his fists and hung it above the table, his fingers loosened, and two or three beans fell down, "Hey."
The shelf where the flowers were placed at home was empty. Qiao Fengtian almost hypocritically did not want to stop and look too much. At first glance, he felt that his home was gone, and at first glance, he felt that the place that belonged to him was blown away by the wind. The unresolved emotion, the half-wilted red palm that he was holding, could only dispel the second half.
"Where did you go early in the morning, it was forecast to rain and you didn't bring an umbrella." Lin Shuangyu wiped off the flying hair and fine soil on her hands, and came over to wipe it for Qiao Fengtian. Qiao Fengtian is short, compared to Lin Shuangyu, he is still half a head taller.
"There's something wrong." Qiao Fengtian couldn't explain it in detail, so he was confused. He bowed his knees, almost in surprise, silently appreciating the other person's rare kind words, gentle and gentle, "I'll bring dinner, you watch the little five sons do their homework, and at night Rest early, won't the stitches be removed tomorrow?"
"Say more."
Lin Shuangyu pressed his shoulder and muttered, "Squat a little longer, do you think you've grown..."
Qiao Fengtian didn't dare to move, he froze and bent his legs, cautiously, Ren Lin Shuangyu rubbed the towel from the top of his hair to the end of his hair. She didn't know how to write Wen Wan all her life, so she exerted a lot of strength. Qiao Fengtian could feel the pain from the back of her scalp. In the barber shop, this technique would definitely make customers resentful and raise objections. ; But at the moment when the pain is seen, there is a hazy rain hanging in the moment, the pain is weakened, and it still seems gentle and tolerant.
Illusions can also be fleeting. Qiao Fengtian learned to understand the present early in the morning.
"I've lost weight again." Lin Shuangyu groped for Qiao Fengtian's mandible with dry fingers. People with a pronounced jawline appear sharp and incomprehensible.
"No, it's not the same all the time." Qiao Fengtian twisted the wet hair from his mouth.
"Tired?"
"No." Qiao Fengtian shook his head.
"How can a hospital sleep well, a narrow camp bed, how can it be comfortable." Lin Shuangyu wiped from the end of her hair to her collar and sleeves, "If your brother makes a move in the middle of the night, you have to wake up and sleep in a while. , how can it be good."
Qiao Fengtian said nothing.
"This morning, I asked the doctor." Lin Shuangyu's subordinates paused for a moment along with the words, "He is also half-covered and half-concealed, saying that the brain injury can be rehabilitated at home, and everything can be said if he can talk, and fracture traction is not a problem. Big problem."
Qiao Fengtian turned to look at Lin Shuangyu, as if he didn't understand what he meant for a while.
"Your father can't be alone in Langxi, I have to go back, your brother is here to burden you with too much work, I think." Lin Shuangyu folded the half-moist towel in his hand into neat squares, "Put your Brother, take it back to Langxi, you are lying down in the hospital, you are lying down at home, why do you want to send money out like water, we are not that kind of people."
"What are you kidding?!"
"What am I kidding? I'm never kidding." Lin Shuangyu frowned, "You know the price of a day in a large hospital ward now, you know how much time you waste running back and forth, we can't afford nurses, please Do you know how much it will cost?"
"Enough money!" Qiao Fengtian frowned at her.
"Enough? Enough for what? Enough shit! How can there be enough money? Your brother's ICU costs hundreds of thousands for a week of surgery. Do you count your hospitalization expenses, medical expenses, and food expenses? Don't you? Can you live in this house for a long time? It's a courtesy to let you continue to live in the house. Does the former head of the household always occupy someone else's land? Is that an expense? Xiao Wuzi doesn't need money to go to school?"
“Cheap location always-”
"Then do you work or not, do you still want the business of the barber shop?" Lin Shuangyu asked almost rhetorically, her strong state could always come immediately, "Your brother is lying in the hospital all day and you are not at ease, you What do you want Du Dong to think? Can people never say anything if they don't say anything? People who have wives and children will soon have children, and people are not less troublesome than you. Can you just leave them alone?"
Qiao Fengtian opened his mouth, "I can take care of it."
"If you can take care of yourself, how can it be so easy to open your mouth and say it." Lin Shuangyu put the towel on the big table, "How can you think so easily? I'm thinking about you, I'm thinking about you. Think about it, while I can run, move, and give a force, look at your dad, isn't that a matter of closing your eyes and breathing in one day? When I'm in the dirt, your brother's burden will be Isn't it still on you? You can't focus on the present now, you have to think about it later!"
"No, the conditions at home are not good, in case there is anything—"
"Your father's two operations in those years, didn't I take care of it at home? You are busy with your own business here. Who helped me wash a pair of socks and cook a meal? Today? I'm welcome, I have less experience in caring for people than anyone else!"
"I said in case!" Qiao Fengtian watched him go into the kitchen to turn off the fire on the stove where the urn soup was simmering, and followed closely.
"Isn't there a town hospital! The situation in our family, Fengtian, think about it in your heart, is there still room for you to think about it? Well, it's your brother's life. , and his life."
Qiao Fengtian felt that what she said was right, and each sentence was almost a reason to convince him. But his reluctance is subjective, inexplicable and unable to find a single footnote to support it. He had an indescribable illusion. He felt that once he let Lin Shuangyu and Qiao Liang go, his last way back to Langxi would be cut off.
Lin Shuangyu carefully put the soup into the heat preservation bucket, carefully wiped off the inconspicuous oil stains on the edges and corners, pursed his lips for a moment, and sighed, "Fengtian."
Qiao Fengtian couldn't make a suitable expression, and looked at her as if dumbfounded for a while.
"If you feel hard and feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable in Linan alone, go back to Langxi." Lin Shuangyu untied the apron around his waist and rolled it into a pair, brushing off the gray dust on the black flannel shoes. " When you are tired, go home, go home and live a good life, let others say what you say, life is always yours when the door is closed. At home, find a job, be down-to-earth, get married and have a child, it is better than nothing…”
Lin Shuangyu's white eyes were yellowish and cloudy, showing weakness and ingratiating himself, as if they were familiar with a letter, "Are you going to do it?"
Qiao Fengtian leaned against the door frame, his throat tightening involuntarily all day.
Langxi is very good. The contiguous cedars on Luer Mountain are lush and lush, and the wild wheat fields can’t be seen at a glance. The summer is green and the autumn is yellow. Langxi is also beautiful at night, and Linan can’t see a single star. In the misty night, Langxi is full of sky and sky, and the sights are endless; Langxi Qingchi is a landmark, a symbol, a deep eye embedded under Luer Mountain, and it was once a stroke of his concept of home. metaphor. Just talking about its beautiful place, what he had in his memory, without the haze, Qiao Fengtian remembered it, and he couldn't finish it.
But who is not afraid of a well rope after being bitten by a snake for ten years, and there is no mark on the water, no matter how hard a finger is hooked, the mark can be erased in a moment, but a drop of ink is different, day after day, year after year. A year, no matter how long it is, it will be dirty and not clear.
"I do not want to."
Lin Shuangyu's sign of weakness was visibly extinguished, and she continued her work in silence, closing the thin, narrow slit on the wall that she had opened.
"... How can brother not stay with Xiaowuzi, Xiaowuzi doesn't have a mother, and his father is not around, how can he study well?"
"Go back, go back together."
Lin Shuangyu bypassed Qiao Fengtian and walked out of the kitchen with a heat preservation bucket, "I don't worry about leaving you. A piece of gold can shine anywhere, so reading is not reading." He and she pointed at the door of the back room, "Ye Come on, let's go, bring some soup to your father!"
"No, no!"
Not a single thread was left, and once Qiao Fengtian let go, no one was left.