Zheng Siqi didn't have any extra meaning, and it was not until the words were spoken that he felt that it was too joking, the explicit expression of meaning was not appropriate.
The atmosphere between the two was subtle, Qiao Fengtian bowed to pick up the clothes on the ground.
"I mean—" Zheng Siqi hesitated, intending to explain further.
"I'm going to find you a piece of my brother's clothes. He's tall, so it should be fine, don't you mind?" Qiao Fengtian interrupted him.
Zheng Siqi didn't make any noise, and shook his head after a while, "It doesn't matter, it's fine."
Only then did Qiao Fengtian quickly turn around the kitchen door, hurriedly chaotic, and dashed away as if he couldn't escape. He pushed the door so hard that it creaked, slammed on the wall and quickly bounced back most of the way.
Zheng Siqi stayed where he was and couldn't help laughing - he must have been frightened.
Qiao Fengtian's room has a neutral or feminine temperament, which is not a derogatory sense. Zheng Siqi unconsciously walked to the edge of the triangular cabinet to see the assortment of things on it. The wooden partitions of the tentacles were smooth and flat, and they were painted with a pine green primer, which was almost faded now. The feathers of the feather shuttlecock are colorful but sparse, and the rubber ring under the copper plate has also worn out a little texture; the rattan basket turned out to be gravel of different sizes, most of which are beautiful in color, and some have a milky white lining. Blood red, and some are as black as obsidian, as if they were picked up one by one in a stream.
In the photo frame placed in the middle is an old photo of Qiao Fengtian.
Zheng Siqi just looked down and didn't pick it up. Qiao Fengtian looked about eleven or two, his sleeves were too long, his hands were buried, and he held the round front paws of a black body and white eyebrows dog. The man was short and thin, like a poplar seedling to be planted in the ground. The photo was also overexposed, and the area below the bridge of the nose was full of white flowers, with only the faint outline of the smile lines evoked at the corners of the mouth. The eyebrows and eyes are as strong as they are now, the pupils are dark and hard to see the whites of the eyes, and the eyebrows are shy and cramped only in front of the camera.
Zheng Siqi couldn't hold back again, took out his mobile phone and "clicked" a picture.
Qiao Fengtian was holding a short denim jacket. Seeing Zheng Siqi staring at the photo, he said softly, "I'm leaning on it."
"Hey." Zheng Siqi stood up straight, "scared me."
"You, you, you, you, don't look!" Qiao Fengtian glared at him, as if his parents had peeked at the diary.
"I I I I I I have finished reading it, I'm sorry." There was a lot of laughter inside and outside the words, and there was no apology at all.
Qiao Fengtian opened his mouth, "You—"
"Extremely cute."
A strand of sunlight shining in from the corner window flashed quickly in Qiao Fengtian's pupils.
After that, Zheng Siqi also often reflected on the inexplicable nature of his youthful nature, and broke down the original introverted and stable person, and it was a bit of a ruffian whistle. Fortunately, he will fully understand in the future that Qiao Fengtian loves him as a "person", no matter what kind of personality, behavior, attitude, thinking, as long as it is caused by himself, he will love him.
Even a little bit of naive malice that occasionally emerged, for him, it was a precious thing that had to be cleaned and polished for a lifetime and stored in a box.
Lin Shuangyu brought a hot pot of new tea to him.
She had been away from Langxi in Linan for too long, and Qiao Sishan couldn't do all the housework and housework, so she had to do everything that should be done. The grayed glass windows, the musty pillows and mattresses, and the old coriander in a small acre of vegetable fields that have not had time to cut. Lin Shuangyu changed into an older undershirt with double turmeric corduroy sleeves, her hair was neatly hooped behind her head with bobby pins, and the two or three lines and ravines on her forehead were also stretched out by external forces.
Qiao Fengtian took the rattan basket and the wooden-handled shovel in her hand, "Why don't I go and pick them, you can rest at home."
Taking care of Qiao Liang was not easy for Lin Shuangyu. Eating may not be delicious, and sleeping may not be good.
"Oh, what are you doing!" Lin Shuangyu frowned and took off Qiao Fengtian's hand from the handle of the rattan basket, "You stay with someone and stay at home honestly. What are you doing with your guests and running outside?" Lin Shuangyu fiddled with her hair. , raised her brows and turned her head to look at Zheng Siqi, "Xiao, Xiao Zheng, can you call Xiao Zheng?" She asked cautiously.
The tea is very fragrant, and the mouth can be rejuvenated, without a single star of earthy taste. Zheng Siqi put down the teacup and smiled, "Okay, whatever your name is."
Lin Shuangyu waved his hand, "This little shabby place in our house, I feel wronged for you to come, if there is any place you want to go, let Fengtian accompany you, Langxi has nothing else, it's okay to look at the mountains and the water. I'll pick some in the ground. Things, you should be back by dinner time."
"Why don't we go together."
Qiao Fengtian and Lin Shuangyu were silent at the same time and looked at Zheng Siqi in surprise.
"Is it ok?"
Qiao Fengtian looked down at his clean toes and trousers, "Going to the ground?"
Zheng Siqi nodded and lifted the bunt coat on his shoulders, "Linan has been staying for a long time, and I rarely see the fields, so I want to see it everywhere."
Qiao Fengtian was happy after a while, "The ground is dirty."
Zheng Siqi shrugged, meaning it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.
It took Lin Shuangyu a long time to figure out the taste, and she gave a clear "Oh", then she lowered her eyebrows and smiled, "It's okay to come, it's not too far, it's just past the well in front of the mulberry forest, come on. Or." After speaking, he pushed his elbow against Qiao Fengtian, "There are two new pairs of Jiefang shoes in the paulownia cabinet in your Abba's house, bring them over to try." He glanced at Zheng Siqi and looked over. Inexpensive shoes, "change him, don't step on the mud."
Qiao Fengtian took a sip of the strong earthy smell in the cabinet, and took out the two dark green glued Jiefang shoes from the dry debris, and watched a bright star anise white spider roaming freely in the cabinet. Climbing out of the ground, one foot on it was crushed into pulp.
Qiao Fengtian threw his shoes on the ground and complained half-truths, "It will really cause trouble, Teacher Zheng."
Zheng Siqi undecidedly squatted down to untie his shoelaces. After putting them on, he stood up and stomped his heels, "Apologize to you, Xiao Qiao." After saying that, he reached out and hooked the other party's low bangs.
The mulberry forest in May is green. People often say that you don't plant mulberries in front of you, and that the yin is heavy, but the breeze blows the horse through the gap between the branches, rustling and swaying, fresh and comfortable, and it really makes people unable to connect "yin" and "mourning".
Zheng Siqi walked behind the two, stepping on a layer of yellow-green mottled leaves that covered the ground. He saw that Qiao Fengtian and Lin Shuangyu were never side by side, like two dry batteries with the same poles, and there was always an invisible, mutually repelling magnetic field between them. According to Zheng Siqi, this kind of parent-child relationship is too common, not an isolated case. Even in literature, there are works that describe similar relationships in detail. The first thing I can think of is probably Bai Xianyong's "The Evil Son".
In the parent-child relationship he has seen, it is rare for there to be stormy seas, and most of the affection is buried like an undercurrent. The mother and child, where gender differences and conceptual differences are blended, are complex and silent and difficult to describe. It is very easy to fall into conflict and unsolvable, but because of more external factors, it is more difficult to add a root sign to the relationship.
Sometimes one sentence can describe it very clearly: the contradiction of words, the harmony of form.
Qiao Fengtian's pace and posture Zheng Siqi can see clearly, very similar to Lin Shuangyu. The angle of the back, the position where the soles of the feet first touch the ground, the amplitude of the arm swing, and even the small movements of slightly tilting the head, the small and imperceptible places are all similar. It even makes people feel that Qiao Fengtian is actually imitating, subconsciously describing the other party's demeanor, and subtly changing himself into Lin Shuangyu's appearance.
This has to be said to be a sign of weakness in disguised form, and it is like a silent fast-paced pursuit. He looked at Qiao Fengtian, like an abandoned child, staggering in pursuit, turning the behavior of learning to chase an object into the same unconscious self-relief and belonging. I want to hang my kite string on Lin Shuangyu's fingertips, so as not to let myself be exiled by the wind aimlessly like a distant place.
Qiao Fengtian turned back halfway, and stopped to wait for him with a rattan basket in his hand, "To tell the truth, I can jump upside down faster than you."
"Bounce." Zheng Siqi stepped forward to stand beside him in two steps, looked at him and smiled, "I'll open your eyes if you jump."
The sun is so good now, but he feels distressed in a mess. Zheng Siqi looked at his profile and thought, grabbing a piece of green mulberry, pinching the slender stems and spinning around.
Qiao's vegetable field is really not big. There is a clump of chrysanthemum, a clump of lentils, a few foreign persimmons, a few bell peppers, and the coriander that stretches all the way to the dark brown crispy land in the distance. A simple fence with branches tangled in fishing nets. Coriander is a short-term seasonal vegetable that has to be plucked as soon as the buds are released. Once the harvesting time is wrong, it will become a wild account, and a pink-white stamen will be opened indiscriminately.
The coriander of Qiao's family has become old and not famous. Looking at the quivering lumps of pink and white, it doesn't look like a vegetable field, but a flower field.
"Xiao Zheng, don't go down, it's dirty and dirty." Lin Shuangyu took the lead and quickly walked up the narrow and slender field ridge, hunched over and grabbed a handful of Huai Yeping, who couldn't eat, and talked to Zheng Siqi. Be kind.
"Be careful with your steps." Zheng Siqi couldn't help worrying about her when she saw that she was walking so fast without pausing.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
Qiao Fengtian squatted on the ridge, a small one. He folded his trousers up three times, revealing a thin and white ankle. "If you really want to go on, remember to pull up your trousers. It doesn't matter if your shoes are dirty, your trousers are not easy to wash."
"kindness."