Zheng Siqi stuffed Qiao Fengtian into the private bathroom in the dormitory of the faculty members of Lee University, "Wait."
After speaking, he turned around and left, and after a while, he brought back a towel, a washed denim shirt, and a low-power goose-yellow household hair dryer. Qiao Fengtian saw that the things in his hands were very complete, and he admired him for his detailed and thoughtful thinking for no reason.
"Let it dry."
"Dry it and you'll burn it." Zheng Siqi shook the denim shirt in his hand, "I kept it in the office. You must be wearing a big one, so you should change it first."
"...I don't wear it." Qiao Fengtian fiddled with his hair.
"Why?" Zheng Siqi changed the towel and handed it over.
Qiao Fengtian took it and didn't speak - what an obvious reason. Because I'm afraid I can't stand the smell on your clothes. Can't touch it, let alone wear it.
Zheng Siqi seemed to understand it in his heart, so he stopped making requests and folded the shirt in his hand. Seeing Qiao Fengtian watching his movements, he couldn't help but lower his head and ask him, "Is it wrong again?"
"That way there will be marks and the collar will be deformed."
Zheng Siqi handed over the shirt, "Then you come, turn it around, and dry it without changing clothes."
Qiao Fengtian was holding his shirt, and the vision in front of him was obscured by the towel covering his head. Before he had time to speak, his shoulders were gently straightened by him, and the whole person turned obediently under his hands for half a circle. He was pushing his back and hair against him.
Zheng Siqi felt that this height was really convenient. He just stood there like this, and he couldn't help but want to go up. This person's back to waistline is as straight as usual, but because he is a bit different from himself, he appears weak for no reason. It is like an unconscious and silent speech, which makes people involuntarily try to shield him from the wind and rain. Shake off the clouds.
Zheng Siqi squeezed the plug of the hair dryer in his hand, hunched over and plugged it into an uncommon socket next to the sink.
Pressing the switch of the blower, there was a humming sound. Zheng Siqi adjusted the warm air that was not too hot, and flicked it away from the back of his neck, "Is the temperature okay?"
"I'll do it myself." Qiao Fengtian turned to pick up the hair dryer.
Zheng Siqi raised his hand to hold it high, "If you can't do it, turn back."
Sometimes I also watch a section and a half of a campus idol drama, and I often see the hero jokingly and deliberately raising his arms, carrying things to a height that the heroine can't even jump up to, a textbook or a bottle. water. The lighthearted fun that can be photographed is not as good as the reality that comes from personal experience.
"I always help others blow their hair, and let others help you today, aren't you used to it?" Zheng Siqi rubbed the towel before removing it.
"kind of."
For the second time today, Qiao Fengtian was helped to take care of the mess on his body, which was very coincidental, as if he did it on purpose.
If Lin Shuangyu was the place Qiao Fengtian instinctively tried to approach, then Zheng Siqi seemed to come at any time, and he had a place to entertain him at any time. In addition to Lin Shuangyu's goodwill, he always wanted Qiao Fengtian to give himself some room to retreat; but the intersection between him and Zheng Siqi was pure and pure, so he didn't need to spend too much thought on whether it was good or bad. superior. But because of self-knowledge, I know where this place is, and it is not impossible to stay for a long time.
The bathroom was very quiet, and it was not embarrassing at all. For some words, Qiao Fengtian was thinking about how to start, Zheng Siqi waited slowly, and when he thought about it, he didn't ask a word. He blew from the end of Qiao Fengtian's hair to the back of his clothes, holding Fengfeng's hand and swaying slowly between his two protruding shoulder blades.
"Mr. Zheng, I'm a little sad, I'm very troubled right now."
Zheng Siqi turned the blower down, and the buzzing sound became weaker, "Tell me about it."
"My grandmother is going to bring my brother back to Langxi and recuperate at home." After a pause, "he also said that the fifth son would also go there, so that he would not be allowed to join Xiaonian in Lida University, and she said that he should be by my side. worried."
Qiao Fengtian cut down the complicated and simplified, and told Zheng Siqi all the main points that should be said. Although it is a private matter, it actually has a certain relationship with Zheng Siqi, isn't it? Xiao Wuzi's deskmate is Zao'er, Zao'er's father is Zheng Siqi, so if Xiao Wuzi transfers school, Zao'er will definitely be sad and unhappy, then Zheng Siqi also... Qiao Fengtian expressed to Zheng Siqi for himself layer by layer. Rely on and show weakness, look for objective reasons.
Zheng Siqi raised his hand and pressed it on Qiao Fengtian's back, the tentacles were warm and almost done.
"What about the doctor's advice?"
"I haven't asked, I just heard her say that the doctor agrees." Qiao Fengtian touched the tips of his hair.
Zheng Siqi took a step back, bowed his waist, and then went to blow the hem of his clothes, "You must know that a patient who is bedridden for a long time needs time after everything is stable. Taking into account the time, energy and cost, it is not a bad idea to go home to take care of it. Your mother did consider it for you."
Qiao Fengtian didn't say anything behind.
Why is the same point of view, said by Zheng Siqi, so that he does not contradict him at all, but instead he can calmly think about the problem itself.
"But Xiao Wuzi really can't go, I don't know how to convince her..."
"Why?" Zheng Siqi asked him, "Why do you have to keep Xiao Wuzi in Linan, the big city is constrained and tired, you know."
Zheng Siqi wanted to know his demands, and then help him find a way to move forward from his demands.
Why, too many reasons, Qiao Fengtian thought.
"Of course I know the hard work and hard work of a big city. I have lived in Linan for ten years. How can I say that I have hardly caught anything until now. I get up early every day, and I am greedy for the dark. If I am a little lazy, I feel that tomorrow I will I'm in a pinch." Qiao Fengtian frowned, "But I always feel that it's because the big cities are alienated and indifferent, and they are busy with their own livelihoods and deal with a lot of things... How can I say that I can treat big things as insignificant and don't care. So here I am, alone and free."
There is loneliness and freedom, saying that Zheng Siqi is very distressed.
"It's not that Lu'er and Langxi are bad. The children there are also serious about reading and learning. I know that. But it's too narrow, and people there will exaggerate and exaggerate trivial things. People like me are there, All the people look at me with a magnifying glass, maybe they don't care what they see, they just want to find something in me... well, something special, dramatic to adjust their lives, it doesn't matter if it's real or not."
"All the people in Langxi cry and feel poor. They like to tell the children what they don't like at once. They keep saying, this is wrong, this is not right. But this concept has long been ingrained there, and it is particularly difficult. I can change it, or I can't change it. So... I don't want Xiao Wuzi to go back and listen to those negative energy things, so that he will always remember that his family background is not good from now on, and he will have a harder life than others in the future."
Zheng Siqi's hair dryer moved to Qiao Fengtian's wet cuff.
In fact, Qiao Fengtian's words are not absolute. The bad environment of people's growth may not be 100% inseparable from the spiritual height. The flowers growing out of the ruins are also delicate and beautiful, and they are easier to stock. Zheng Siqi thinks Qiao Fengtian is an example.
"It doesn't matter if you read a book in the future, it's okay if you have a broad horizon, it doesn't matter if you're not smart, I just hope he will—" Qiao Fengtian paused for a long time this time, "I also hope he can be like you in the future, Possessed, with a heart."
Zheng Siqi looked up at the thin strand of wet hair between his eyebrows, with a small drop of translucent water at the end. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed as a middle-aged man of thirty-five.
Why is he so sincere and happy when he praises people
"I..." Zheng Siqi glanced at the floor, "Hold me so high."
"It's all sincere."
Zheng Siqi nodded and rubbed the top of his head very naturally.
"Talk these words to your mother, and she may not be stubborn."
Qiao Fengtian listened and smiled, "You don't know her, so you don't know, what she believes is difficult to pull back ten cows. There are only two biggest obstacles in her heart. I know, one is that I don't have a house and I'm not stable now, and the little five follow me. I don't worry about him, the second is that I am gay, she hates this the most, she is afraid that the little five will learn badly from me."
Zheng Siqi pushed down his glasses and frowned, "No house?"
Qiao Fengtian removed the drops of water between his eyebrows, "It just changed hands in April. It's a matter of medical expenses, there's nothing I can do." To put it lightly, Qiao Fengtian didn't want to sell badly.
Zheng Siqi continued to frown, "Why didn't you say it before? Then how do you live now?"
"The owner is not in a hurry to bring the house and said that we can continue to live there, but we must not live for a long time. After all, the owner of the house is no longer me. The house is still looking for, because I want to keep the little five sons, so I want to find a place not so far from the school. Yes, but you know the price of Linan, it's very hard to find." Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and tugged at the hem of his clothes, and touched it up and down, "Done, thank you."
"Blow your hair again and stand over."
Zheng Siqi recalled the appearance and action of Qiao Fengtian blowing his hair for him, because he took off his glasses and looked through the mirror, so it was vague and unclear. His five fingers passed through the hair, a black section bordering a white section, and the pulp of his fingers seemed to rub the scalp gently, exploring and combing gently in the depths. Zheng Siqi learned that general appearance, and also put his five fingers into Qiao Fengtian's hair.
"Don't worry about renting a house. I'll keep an eye on it and help you find a suitable one."
When Zheng Siqi blew on the edge of his cheek, he found that there was a bean paste-colored mark under the other's cheek that he had never seen before, "Whether you leave or stay or not, it depends on Xiao Wuzi's own wishes. Since your mother is afraid of him If you learn badly from you, then I'm quite happy to be the one who counsels him and guides him. I don't know if I, a college teacher who has graduated from a high school, is qualified in your mother's eyes? "
Qiao Fengtian looked back at him in surprise, Zheng Siqi didn't have time to turn the air outlet, so the warm wind was blowing towards him, his forehead and temples flew backwards, and his facial features were especially clear and clear for a while.
"Joe Fengtian."
"kindness?"
"I really want to hug you right now."
The surprise just now hadn't completely subsided, but at this moment, the son came to his eyes again like the ebb and flow, and the uncontrollable embarrassment.
"… what?"
Zheng Siqi turned off the hair dryer. He felt that no matter how hard the words were, it would be difficult to express one ten thousandth of life, and the way to solve problems was by no means just a few words. It is necessary to experience, to realize, and to explore a little bit of skills in the days of personal participation. Qiao Fengtian seems to have no tricks, no shortcuts, Qiao Fengtian's only life skill is probably to live a good life.
Zheng Siqi, the old man, did what he said and did it without any ambiguity. He leaned forward and stretched out his hand, wrapping his arms around Qiao Fengtian's shoulders, their temples rubbed and touched briefly when they interlaced, and their chests were instantly shortened to a gap of just one finger.
Qiao Fengtian was deeply feeling Zheng Siqi's palm, now covering the back of his head, his chin resting on his shoulders, clinging to his soft and smelly clothing. And that time, the comforting hug in the hospital seems to be the same and different. The difference is that this hug is more warm and full of emotions, he can't see the vague but rich emotions; the same, it makes him feel at ease and stable, just so close, he is reluctant to leave a little bit.
"Encouraging."
There was no more rustling outside, and the rain in Linan had probably stopped completely.