The frost and snow in Linan City did not approach Luerlang River. A few shining broken stars rolled in the sky, and the night air was dry and cold, which ruffled the long hair of Qiao Fengtian sitting on the roof, which was very refreshing.
Qiao Fengtian re-dyed his hair color - sandalwood brown was replaced by light purple red with gray and white thin rattan color, and Du Dong also carefully made a gradient effect. The lining is pale and thin and does not look healthy.
Qiao Fengtian had just entered the house with his forefoot a few years ago, and the color of his hair made Lin Shuangyu unhappy first, and the pair of decree-like lines on the corners of his mouth pursed a lot.
He jingled the pots and pans, and said, "Sometimes it's fine, now it's weird."
Qiao Fengtian took the antihypertensive medicines, soymilk maker, new clothes and new pants, and everything he used to eat from Linan. Lin Shuangyu didn't listen, didn't watch, and was busy with dinner in the kitchen, and didn't want to make a lot of noise with Qiao Fengtian. Qiao Sishan sat silently next to his younger son with a tea jug in his hand, watching him keep his head down and busy with his work; Qiao Liang cheerfully called Xiao Wuzi down from the upstairs and invited him to try the suit that his uncle had prepared for him. clothing.
The hall is not very lively at the end of the year, and now that the family is there, it still seems deserted and confined.
Qiao Fengtian sighed, stroked the crumpled hem of his clothes, straightened his bowed waist, put a small stack of coins in his bag in his hand, turned around and shoved it into Qiao Sishan's hand carelessly, saying, Leave it to the family for the New Year, and put it away.
Qiao Sishan didn't want it, his brows like withered grass twitched, and he clenched his younger son's cold hand with his backhand. He smiled slowly and said, "Hey, Dad doesn't want your money, Dad doesn't spend it, you save it yourself.
Qiao Fengtian frowned impatiently, and withdrew his hand, and then said, not for you, let you give it to grandma, if there is more, you can keep it.
When Xiao Wuzi was on the roof, Qiao Fengtian was eating a plate of spiced edamame, and the shells on the Xiaoping table were stacked high on the hill. A kettle made of tin on the side was also empty.
Xiao Wuzi held a wooden ladder with his small arms and stuck his head out of the hole.
"Uncle, there is food in the room."
Qiao Fengtian looked back, pulled the hair on his face away, smiled and beckoned to let the little five come over.
"Hey!"
Xiao Wuzi made a round inch similar to a light scoop, his forehead was bright and bulging, and his eyebrows were peaceful. The man is lean and thin, and the large padded jacket looks empty and dangling on his body. Xiao Wuzi has heavy eyebrows, deep folds on his eyelids, and his skin is not very white, but when he smiles, it is a stack of white glutinous rice teeth.
Qiao Fengtian walked over, dragged Xiao Wuzi in front of him, squatted down and rolled up the new jeans for him a few more times.
"It looks good to wear, but I bought it longer."
"Don't be afraid when it grows, Xiao Wuzi can wear it for a few more years..." Xiao Wuzi's center of gravity swayed, holding Qiao Fengtian's shoulders, his black eyes stared at the top of his light-colored head, and he stretched out his small hands carefully. caressed.
Qiao Fengtian smiled and slapped him on the buttocks: "Uncle is not short a pair of trousers, you don't need to save me money."
Xiao Wuzi lowered his head and smiled, but said nothing.
I don't know if it's because of the family, because of the saying "the child of the poor should be in charge early", or because he was born with this corncob-like temperament. like an eight year old.
Qiao Fengtian turned around and walked to the flat table, and the little five followed him silently.
"Go down if it's too cold." Qiao Fengtian patted him on the face, "The lobby is so lively, go, let your milk give you two more red envelopes. I'll wait in the room for dinner."
Xiao Wuzi shook his head and did not speak, nor did he appear to want to leave.
Qiao Fengtian snorted and snorted. He had a head with layers of stubble. Before anyone could recover, he grabbed him by the waist and hurried over to the table to sit on a chair, and slapped the little five-boy who looked like a short sugarcane on his knees. put on. Xiao Wuzi was shy, and was too embarrassed to be hugged, so he stretched out his arms and gently arched over Qiao Fengtian's body, and he couldn't see the redness on his face in the night.
Qiao Fengtian ignored him and put his chin on his shoulder.
"Xiao Wuzi has grown up, and he doesn't want to be hugged by his uncle."
Xiao Wuzi immediately shook his head, put his hand on Qiao Fengtian's arm, scratched his face, blinked his eyes, and stopped moving.
The low flat houses of Langxi people are located at the foot of Luer Mountain. The Qiao family's land is flat and open, and when the door is opened, it faces the towering vein. Speaking of which, Luerlangxi can also be regarded as a beautiful mountain. Although the mountain is not very famous, it is said to be very spiritual. Dipped in the light of the ancient temple with a seat in front of it halfway up, and a handful of water in the stream, you can taste the faint smell of incense.
The Linan government has a clear mind, renovated the dilapidated ancient temple last year, and built an antique tourist area next to the town the year before. Seeing that there are only a lot of tourists every season, this year they are planning to build a cable car around the mountain.
Watching the engineering team hit a hammer in the east and a mallet in the west, the people of Langxi clenched their fists secretly and anxiously, worried about when the superiors would be able to enter the village, and when would they be able to pay the government demolition funds that were used for their families.
With a bit of spare money, they contracted to sell food or handmade items in Fanggu Town. For example, Lin Shuangyu’s family was reluctant to rent a shop, and they sold melon seeds and drinks in a mess at the event booth designated by the government.
"Going to primary school in the beginning of the new year, are you happy?"
Qiao Fengtian looked at Xiao Wuzi's black lashes. Xiao Wuzi lowered his head and pinched his fingers, smiled naively, revealing a row of white teeth, "Happy."
"If you go to live in the city, people don't know you, are you afraid?"
"I'm afraid..." Xiao Wuzi nodded, looking at the scattered lights of the next door, "I'm afraid that my father will be too hard to provide for me."
Hearing this, Qiao Fengtian's heart hurt a little, and he ignited again, and poked him in the forehead.
"Don't listen to your milk! All day long, you can't leave the money! Read your book with peace of mind, don't think about what you shouldn't think about, eh?"
The little five nodded honestly.
The thing that Qiao Fengtian has always hated since he was a child is the adults who desperately throw negative energy to the younger generation. Self-worry and regret, long sighs and short sighs, how hard it is, how hard it is, how easy it is, how to be sensible, how to be content and cherish fortune, don't be unruly, and accept your fate. Hearing Lin Shuangyu talk about it for most of his life, Qiao Fengtian didn't want to let the little five sons suffer along with him.
Teach him to be humble and timid? Teach him to always remember that he is inferior to others
Purely sick.
Qiao Fengtian ruffled his hair and hugged Little Wuzi tighter.
"I remember that when you were born, you were born in a small ball. It was less than a month, and it was as big as a puppy." Qiao Fengtian gestured to the size of a baby in his arms. A nephew is compared to a dog.
"At that time, you hugged you like a big chrysanthemum and asked me to name her. To be honest, I haven't seen her laugh at me so happily for so many years. But I also thought about it seriously and thought about it for a long time. Say, either take a 'Qiao Qiao', it's easy to remember."
Qiao Fengtian took Xiao Wuzi's little hand, rubbed the palm of his hand, and wrote the word "Qiao" upright.
"For a mountain, add a Qiao whose surname is Qiao, and also read Qiao. It means that the towering mountain is like the Luer Mountain opposite."
Little Wuzi's palm was itchy, and he shrank back and giggled.
"Qiao Qiao Qiao Qiao... Why don't you call it this?" I read it several times as if it was funny. Xiao Wuzi retracted his hand and still felt itchy, so he quietly rubbed his hand on his trouser leg.
"Because your milk immediately gave me a donkey face."
Qiao Fengtian smacked his mouth, held his breath, pretentiously pinched his throat, pinched his waist halfway, and narrowed his eyes: "'Ouch, look, look?! Who are you looking at? Ah? Who are you looking at? I'm old The eldest grandson of the Qiao family is called the eldest son of the family? You little son of a bitch read all the books in the stomach of a dog, what's the use of the fart, what kind of rubbish stuff you got! Come on, give it to me wait!"
Qiao Fengtian recreated the original scene again with all his vigour.
"Like, it's really like what my uncle learned from my grandma!"
Xiao Wuzi bent his eyes and was overjoyed. He raised his face and listened to Qiao Fengtian's words as a play.
"Later? Later, your mother would give me a scolding and scolding me. I took you to the old principal of the junior high school like a treasure, stuffed two packs of good cigarettes, and let someone choose a good knowledge from the textbook. "
It means good knowledge and good deeds, and it is also a good name that is not unconventional.
Xiao Wuzi tilted his head and scratched his neck, "Xiao Wuzi thinks Qiao Qiao sounds good." I don't know if it really sounds good, or if she wants to please Qiao Fengtian with a touch of honey.
"It's nice that you are also called Qiao Shanzhi now, don't worry about it anymore, I'll kick you when I hear it for your milk." Qiao Fengtian gently covered the mountain on the back of his head, "I'll forget everything I said just now when I sleep. Hey, don't learn to speak foul language like your milk."
"… Uncle, you said it yourself."
"I..." Qiao Fengtian rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows embarrassedly: "I learned that from your mother, and I blame her. I can't say a complete sentence without someone else's parents."
I don't know which house set off firecrackers in advance, and suddenly there was a series of crackling noises, and the puppy at the village gate was startled and barked at the sky, temporarily covering up the loud and lively jokes that came from the upper floor from time to time. The faint smell of gunpowder wafts in the cool breeze and diffuses in the New Year's Eve.
Qiao Liang held a thin double-sided fleece blanket in his hand, climbed up the ladder, and wrapped the blanket over his uncle and nephew's face.
"What the hell? Sitting on the top of the building." He squatted by the eaves and picked an edamame and put it into his mouth, "Are you afraid that you won't die from freezing?"
"Yo." Qiao Fengtian lifted the blanket up, exposed his eyes, and let Xiao Wuzi get off his body, "Can Grandma let you off the table?"
"I can't talk, I can't get enough of a bottle and half of the bottle is swaying around, and the old man who stretches out his hand wants to mix in everything." mouth.
Qiao Fengtian was happy, "I'm sure I'm too busy to tell the little five sons about the stepmother."
"Little Wuzi, go and play in your uncle's room." Qiao Liang turned his head and waved his hand, and took Xiao Wuzi away with his mouth, before he sighed at Qiao Fengtian, "Who said no."
"That's over."
Qiao Fengtian rested his forehead in his hand, "A mama is such a good-natured person, bring this to her dinner table during the New Year's New Year, and with his big heart, he can put it in his heart for a year."
Qiao Liang Yingfeng took a breath and said nothing.
Qiao Fengtian stared at the flickering red dot, stunned by a gust of cold wind.