Zhan Zhengxing was recorded six times a week by the dormitory manager, returned four times late, and did not return twice overnight. Coinciding with the inspection by the school leaders, the dormitory management directly handed the list to the grade leader. Looking for the person in charge at the next level, the counselor extended it all the way to Zheng Siqi, the head teacher.
Zheng Siqi privately called his three other roommates to find out about the situation, but all of them said they didn't know.
Quite honest.
"Do you want to eat?" Mao Wanjing handed over a whole box full of Dangdang.
Zheng Siqi rubbed his brows and took a piece of it, "You don't eat sweets, it's easy for you to grow sideways at this age."
"Go away!" Mao Wanjing patted him on the face with her backhand, "I tell you, a person like me who is trying to conceive, it's not an exaggeration to eat a turtle a day. Did you eat it when the tide returned? How could I taste so soft? of… "
"It's okay." Zheng Siqi brushed off the biscuits in his hand, "You have to eat less sweets when preparing for pregnancy. Do you know that you have an acidic constitution?"
"I'm here to please my mood and feel good physically and mentally." Mao Wanjing raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Didn't you listen to what people said, people who don't like sweets are bitter in their hearts."
Zheng Siqi's hand froze when he went to unpack the coffee bag, he smiled and asked, "Really?"
"Who knows, it's always said on the Internet."
The rain stopped for a moment outside the window, and the green red silk grass hovering on the wall was no longer swayed and swayed by the slaps, but shivered and moved, in harmony with the rhythm of the water droplets and the breeze under the eaves. Zheng Siqi opened the window and brought the green dill on the table to the sink to change the water. The pale yellow roots have grown densely and can no longer be pulled out of the glass bottle.
There was a buzzing movement on the table, Mao Wanjing swallowed the broken biscuits in her mouth, "Lao Zheng's phone."
"Let's see who, Teng can't open his hands." Zheng Siqi folded his sleeves.
Mao Wanjing got up and pulled up a cardigan, then reached across the baffle to get it, "Qiao Fengtian, can you pick it up for you?"
Zheng Siqi put the glass bottle on the table, flicked the water droplets on his hand, and walked over quickly.
"I'll take it myself."
"Yo yo yo." Mao Wanjing shrugged and sat back on the back chair, "Who is so rare to pick it up for you."
Zheng Siqi took the phone to the corridor and walked to the bay window at the end. The footsteps are not always in a hurry, as if they are afraid that the other party will hang up the phone before they reach a quiet place.
"Well?" Zheng Siqi lifted his glasses, "Fengtian."
Thinking about it carefully, Zheng Siqi didn't call his name very often, but when he read it out, he seemed unskilled. It was like turning to a page in the classmate's record of an old friend who didn't remember very well, so he subconsciously wanted to try it. It's like reading it seriously.
"Mr. Zheng."
Zheng Siqi wanted to laugh, "Student Qiao, do you want to hand in your 3,000-word homework over the phone?"
Qiao Fengtian stopped for a long time and didn't speak, but he could still hear his breathing and breathing clearly.
Zheng Siqi couldn't help but worry, still smiling, and continued to ask, "What's wrong?"
"Can I go to you? I want to talk to you." Qiao Fengtian seemed to murmur, the hesitation, temptation, pleading, and hope in his words merged together, filtered out by the phone, and still showed nothing. reserve. Let Zheng Siqi's heart soften at the moment.
"Okay, you come."
Zheng Siqi hung up the phone and suddenly felt a little soft. The breeze was drizzling, and someone was coming. This kind of poetic imagination can actually make him a little happy, like the little fox in "The Little Prince" who is looking forward to meeting his best friend. Even though the person who came here may only bring melancholy, it still does not prevent the small expectation in his heart from fermenting silently.
When the raindrops fell quickly and hurriedly, and banged on the window sill, Zheng Siqi remembered that he didn't ask Qiao Fengtian if he brought an umbrella.
"Pick me up with an umbrella."
Mao Wanjing didn't know when she unpacked the pineapple cake again, and was holding a piece and handing it to her mouth, "Aren't you taking it? It's on the shelf at the door, with purple flowers on a white background."
"Thank you." Zheng Siqi took the coat on the back of the chair.
"Hey, where are you going? You won't be picking up the dates later?" Mao Wanjing turned her head to see him go out.
"I'll pick up someone."
"Who is it?" Mao Wanjing continued to stretch her neck to ask.
"Who are you talking about?"
"Qiao Fengtian? That little boy who wore a hat last time?" She narrowed her eyes wisely, "Who is he? Isn't it from our school?"
Zheng Siqi shook off his clothes and put them on, "Guess what."
"Guess your sister!"
Qiao Fengtian was in a hurry downstairs. He was silent in the living room for a moment, and suddenly he was rushed downstairs to chase Lin Shuangyu and Xiao Wuzi like a thunderbolt. This sudden action made him feel childish and impulsive. It's strange to catch up and say anything, it's not appropriate and calm, and it doesn't seem like an occasion for good negotiation. Lin Shuangyu turned his head in surprise and looked at him who ran downstairs wearing slippers, not knowing his intentions.
Don't walk, don't walk, you don't all go away, okay? I don't want to go home, I don't want home, I just—
If you all go back to Langxi, after that, that home will have nothing to do with me
Does it really matter if I can't go back in the future
Did you all leave and don't want me anymore
Qiao Fengtian felt disgusted when he thought about it, how could he say it without any obstacles at the moment. Qiao Fengtian stopped in the dark building hole and waved his hand, "...I see if you bring an umbrella or not, it will be outside for a while."
When Zheng Siqi's slender figure was hidden at the main gate of Linan through the wet water vapor, Qiao Fengtian was thoroughly soaked, his clothes were close to the body, his hair was soaked, and the rainwater seeped from stepping on and puddles in his shoes. Qiao Fengtian lowered his toes, and a piece of slipper appeared, flushed blue and white in the stagnant water, floating in a cloud of red. Thinking of Zheng Siqi, who has always been decent and decent, it would be a bit too embarrassing to go to see him by himself.
After thinking about it, it doesn't matter anymore - it's not the first time he's seen his embarrassed appearance.
Sometimes I think this is an almost intentional state of mind; I deliberately show him the places I don’t often show, I deliberately want him to be gentle and gentle, I deliberately want to hear his deep voice and say something warm and content, like Put a soft hot towel on your heart. The irritability and anxiety were smoothed out, and the empty measuring cup in his heart was filled when he approached.
"Qiao Fengtian!"
Qiao Fengtian raised his head and covered the top of his hair with his palm.
"Are you stupid?!"
Qiao Fengtian immediately put up a checkered umbrella on the top of the sky to isolate the rain. Zheng Siqi's tall stature stood in front of him, which also blocked the oncoming cool wind. The other party looked sullen and frowned in disapproval. Raindrops adorned his lenses, and his left and right shoulders were half wet.
Compared to the usual appearance, it is also quite embarrassed.
"I think your IQ is over 80 and you don't have an umbrella to hide! You have a negative IQ if you co-author, so you just pour it on him?"
Qiao Fengtian couldn't help laughing, "Why are you beating around the bush every time you curse?"
"That seems to me how good I am." Zheng Siqi stretched out his hand and pulled him deep under the umbrella, raised his eyebrows and looked at him up and down, staring at the slippers on his feet, "What are you wearing? Are you doing farming?"
After hearing this, Qiao Fengtian couldn't help laughing, "Xia Tian wears rubber shoes, you have no life experience."
"I'm just taking care of myself and being handicapped by myself, regardless of what I'm doing. I don't have much experience." Zheng Siqi seemed to have forgotten that he actually borrowed an umbrella in his hand. He raised the umbrella with his left hand to the place where the two shoulders overlapped, leaned slightly to the right, and wrapped Qiao Fengtian's body with one hand, "Find a place to wipe it for you first, you fool."
It smells like the softener again.
A long time later, when Qiao Fengtian read a book and read the word "pheromones", he felt in a trance that the smell that had always been in his life had been reasonably and surely explained. It is actually emitted by the cells on the surface of the skin and directly affects the subconscious mind that is responsible for emotions.
In other words, whoever smells this smell represents an uncontrollable heartbeat; if it is the first time, then such a smell is a profound expression of the so-called original intention, the most iconic kind of romance. .