When Qiao Fengtian was about to get out of the car door, he felt that Langxi was cold and the wind was wet and cool, and it could condense into one breath in a blink of an eye, and it was like raindrops. The sky is blue, and the ground under your feet is also moist and soft. The soles of your feet are hanging loosely, mixed with grass clippings and dead branches. It is not as solid and smooth as the cement paving in the city, and you can walk forward without any worries. fast.
There are too many things in small places, all of which reflect a small pattern, and are entangled everywhere.
"Put on a coat." Qiao Fengtian knocked on the cab window as a reminder, and went to help Lin Shuangyu open the back seat door, "It's a little cold."
Zheng Siqi turned off the fire and pulled the handbrake, pushed his eyes, "No."
"You really didn't bring it? Do you really think you are seventeen or eighteen?" Qiao Fengtian frowned indiscernibly, and raised his hand to cover the roof of the car directly above her when he was supporting Lin Shuangyu, "Blame me, I forgot to tell you yesterday. , go back and get some of my clothes."
Zheng Siqi walked behind Qiao Fengtian, side by side with Lin Shuangyu. But I don't know if it's my own delusion, I always seem to feel that Qiao Fengtian's back is a lot more tensed, and it seems that he insists a little more than that, but he shows embarrassment.
Zheng Siqi looked around Langxi, looking peaceful and safe.
Qiao Sishan greeted him at the door of the house, Qiao Fengtian watched him from a distance, hunched over the door, wearing an old dark blue serge work uniform, his cheeks were thinner than when he came back during the New Year, and his whole face was like a black one. The word "Shen" on the top is covered with a layer of gray hair. Qiao Fengtian's heart was unstoppable, and he was reluctant to move forward for a moment.
The death star came back, and brought back a whole body of death.
Zheng Siqi stepped forward and patted him on the back, exerting a slight force, as if pushing him forward. Qiao Fengtian continued to move forward with hesitant steps and stopped in front of Qiao Sishan.
"Dad."
Qiao Sishan's brows lowered like a bunch of dead branches, and the eyes wrapped in loose skin looked back and forth on Qiao Fengtian's face gently and softly. It was impossible for him to not know about Qiao Liang after so many days, but there was nothing he could do. All his anxiety and so on can only be confined in the courtyard of this one-foot room. More than half of the breath I took in the early years has been slackened, and my body has become a rusted machine that is creaking and lacking nails and rivets.
Qiao Sishan raised his hand and stretched forward, and Qiao Fengtian quickly put his palm into his hard palm.
"Are you tired, Fengtian, are you working hard?" Qiao Sishan's voice was trembling, and the stubble on his chin was also shaking.
Qiao Fengtian never thought of such a father as someone else's father. He has never seen Qiao Sishan's majestic look since he was a child. He is gentle and slow, and his back is slightly crooked when he is in good health. Didn't have a personal experience.
But this did not prevent Qiao Fengtian from using him as a support in the past. Seeing that he was getting old in a hurry or even dying, it was a lie that Qiao Fengtian was not flustered or anxious. But there is no way to do these things. Words with long-term meaning cannot be witnessed by only one person, such as forever and ever.
"No, it's not hard." Qiao Fengtian squeezed his rough, sallow fingers, trying to look relaxed.
Qiao Sishan didn't speak for a long time, the corners of his mouth pulled down and raised, raised and dropped, the Adam's apple was going up and down under the plastic buttoned collar, and the redness in the corners of his eyes also calmed down in silence.
Lin Shuangyu stayed at the gate of the courtyard, bowed his waist and grabbed the clumps of Artemisia spp. in the earthen jar that was planted with weeds, placed two sledges against the wall, and shattered a white cobweb hanging on the eaves. She tugged at the hem of her dress and tightened the straps of the bag in her hands.
"Go into the room and talk." She turned her head and glanced at Zheng Siqi, who was silent. "What about the guests?"
The matter of Qiao Liang was tacitly understood by each other, and no one mentioned it clearly.
Lin Shuangyu sat on the stove and talked, and then went to take out a can of Langxi's new tea in the cupboard. Qiao Sishan hurriedly led Zheng Siqi into the room and took a seat. He just lit the lamp in the main room, and before Zheng Siqi introduced himself as a ugly man, he saw that he was dragged by Qiao Fengtian all the way to the second floor to add clothes.
Qiao Fengtian's house was on the east end of the second floor, a small one often facing Yangyang, and opposite was Qiao Liang's house.
Zheng Siqi entered for the first time, and what he felt was so wonderful that he could not explain it clearly. The bed was tall and stretched with brown silk, with closed old-fashioned headboards on both ends, light brown and yellow, looking like elm wood. The quilt on the bed was plain, and no one had slept in it for a long time. It looked cold and collapsed, but it was still flat and clean. In the corner is a four-story triangular cabinet, with scattered objects neatly placed, photo frames, water cups, rattan frames, beauty mirrors, three sandbags, a box of nesting dolls, and a gorgeous chicken feather key.
On top of the foot cabinet is a vase. There must have been flowers in it, should it be a broom plum or a bunch of daisies in the field.
This wonder must be described, not necessarily obscure. Qiao Fengtian should have grown up slowly in this narrow room, so his most thoughts must be stored here. The house in the Iron Fourth Bureau is not good, only the place where he lived, accompanied him in his most emotional childhood and youth. Entering the door, it was like stepping into Qiao Fengtian, there were drizzle, wind and moon, unrestrained memories, and unchangeable memories over the years.
Zheng Siqi is fortunate that he has studied literature and can describe such feelings truly.
"Sit down first, and I'll find something you can wear."
Qiao Fengtian stretched out his hand to open the curtains and let the sun enter the house. He turned around and opened a boxy cabinet with a camphor wood beside him. There was a hoop in the cabinet, a metal buckle, and the lid was lifted. There was a creaking sound.
"My clothes are definitely small..." Qiao Fengtian carefully folded the clothes one by one and placed them in the closet, "I don't even think about the weather in the mountains. Frozen."
Zheng Siqi sat on the bed with his hands on his legs, and couldn't help laughing as he listened to Qiao Fengtian with his back on his back, half buried in a deep cabinet, rummaging and rummaging.
"It's my fault if you catch a cold, you have to rely on me." Shaking a cashmere sweater in his hand, frowning too small, "It will be troublesome if it spreads to Zaoer."
Zheng Siqi put on his glasses, and the smile between his eyebrows grew stronger.
After finally finding a black hooded cardigan, when Qiao Fengtian turned around, he saw Zheng Siqi looking at him, the corners of his mouth raised obviously.
"What are you laughing at?"
"No, nothing to laugh at."
Qiao Fengtian glanced at him suspiciously, stretched out his coat and hat, and handed the clothes on, "This is from the past, I remember it was a big one, you put it on and try it out and don't freeze, eh?"
"The style is too... It makes me small." Zheng Siqi said in a roundabout way.
"I just love shopping for children's clothing."
Zheng Siqi took the upper body without a trace, and his arms passed through the sleeves smoothly. Although the length of the clothes was barely suitable, the bust and shoulder widths were slightly different. Le's Zheng Siqi's collarbone was tight to his chest, leaving no room for stretching. Qiao Fengtian never noticed that Zheng Siqi's shoulders and chest were so broad.
"Can't you wear it at all?" Qiao Fengtian reached out and helped him lift it up.
"It's really not possible." Zheng Siqi frowned and tilted his neck, "Our skeletons are so different, it's definitely not possible to force it."
"Then take it off quickly, and don't break it again."
Zheng Siqi delighted that he cared about a small piece of clothing, "Is it a long time in the closet? It's still quite heavy."
Qiao Fengtian helped him pull down the sleeve tube and asked suspiciously, "What's so heavy?"
"Your taste."
Qiao Fengtian was stunned for a moment, his hand suddenly stagnated in mid-air, he didn't pay attention to grab the black cardigan that he took off, and let him pile it on his feet all of a sudden.