There is a well beside the mulberry forest. The well is called Yujing. It was said in the past that wealthy families in ancient times would dig a well near the courtyard after giving birth to a son. Qiao Fengtian heard that Yujing came this way when he was a child, but sometimes he thinks wildly - looking at Langxi, just like this, didn't he give birth to only one son
At that time, the heirs were thin, how could it be a miserable word.
Qiao Fengtian squatted on a coriander lace, a main stem, many slender branches, and the tip of his nose was full of its rich and strong aroma. He raised the small shovel in his hand, aimed it at the bottom of the main stem and shoveled it down hard. The small front end of the shovel did not go into the soil with precision, and then pressed the wooden handle down, and the whole pine green coriander with white flowers fell completely. into Qiao Fengtian's palm.
Threads and strands of earth were dotted with stars on the roots. Qiao Fengtian tapped a duster, held the stamen in one hand to prevent it from shaking, and threw it sideways into the rattan basket behind him. He moved more slowly than Lin Shuangyu, and picked up from the edge, so that he could get closer to Zheng Siqi, so that he could talk and not get bored.
In such a season, it is easy to attract small bees and small butterflies in vegetable fields. The bees came to sip a little bit of honeydew in the coriander flowers, and the butterflies were also ordinary ones, fluttering their wings sleepily under the light and shadow, gray-white, until they touched all the places they stayed. Zheng Siqi looked at Qiao Fengtian's protruding ridge, and stopped a tiny flower.
"Look at how skilled you are." Zheng Siqi crouched down and thought it looked good, so he didn't want to reach out and brush it away.
Qiao Fengtian's subordinates kept moving, looking at the bridge of his nose through the shallow ditch, smiled and lowered his head, "If you did this since you were young, you might not have been worse than me since elementary school."
Zheng Siqi didn't believe it, "The person who taught me to have a crooked nose is just me who has a physical disability in hands-on ability."
Qiao Fengtian put his broken hair behind his ear and laughed blindly.
There were more and more coriander shoveled under the small shovel, and the smell of coriander became stronger and stronger.
"Can you still eat the flowers that have bloomed?" Zheng Siqi asked him.
"The rhizome is dead, it's too old to chew." He grabbed a handful of stamens and put them in his palm, "Coriander flowers are fine, and the cold mix can clear the fire. The taste varies from person to person, some people don't like it. ."
Zheng Siqi lowered his head and sniffed the flowers in his palm, "Well, it's quite fragrant, can you eat it raw?"
"You really don't touch the spring water with ten fingers." Qiao Fengtian brushed off the dirt on his hands, "If you don't eat it cleanly, you won't get sick. If you're not afraid, you can put it in your mouth."
Zheng Siqi didn't really speak. He saw the white butterflies circling around Qiao Fengtian's shoulders again and again, the scales on the wings were bright, and they inevitably rubbed against the clothes, like a thin layer of moonlight-colored frost. Qiao Fengtian followed the unruly flight of the butterfly with his eyes, raised his head slightly, and curled up his eyelashes with dark lead lines.
Lin Shuangyu's sleeves were rolled up, and he picked a basket full of lentils and persimmons. The forearm that carried the basket was dark and thin, and he stretched out a thin muscle. She squatted on the edge of the ditch and picked up a handful of the pond water that she had brought in. She brushed it into the basket, and a dense and clear drop of water rolled on the vegetables. After dusting, he washed his fingers with the pond water, and went to feel the small square handkerchief wrapped in the money roll in his pocket.
"En." Qiao Fengtian came over with half a basket of coriander and jumped over a shallow ravine.
Lin Shuangyu shoved the one hundred in his hand into his hand, and whispered, "I went to Fanggu Street to buy some chicken, duck, and fish. There is no meat or fish in the house, and the co-author can't let guests eat grass and vegetarian food here. Just buy it, see if there is fresh perch, buy a perch, and bring a bottle of soy sauce and some shallots, eh?"
Qiao Fengtian glanced at her and pushed the money away from his eyes, "I have money."
"Tsk." Lin Shuangyu smacked his lips loudly, and directly shoved it into the old overalls he was changing into, "You have a motherfucker, you have money! Take it, go back quickly, come and give me the basket I'll pick the rest, wash my hands, and see the mud on that hand."
Qiao Fengtian turned to look at Zheng Siqi, nodded to himself first, then pointed to the front, and tilted his head - come out, come with me
Zheng Siqi smiled at him from a distance, raised his chin forward - go, wait for you.
Qiao Fengtian pursed his lips, raised his hand and said OK.
Being alone with Lin Shuangyu, the atmosphere is actually not so embarrassing. Lin Shuangyu is not a person who can't let go by nature. Once she is sure that the other party is safe and harmless, it won't take a lot of time to get acquainted.
"I haven't asked you what kind of work you do?" Lin Shuangyu smiled and shoveled his shovel down.
"be a teacher."
Zheng Siqi saw the obvious stagnation in her facial features, and acted like a stalemate for a while, before continuing to laugh after a while. And as if not as comfortable as before, frankly, "Oh, teacher."
Zheng Siqi couldn't figure out what prejudice she had about this industry, so she added, "University teacher, I teach Chinese at Lida University." Modern and contemporary literature is not a completely universal concept. "Language".
"Oh." Lida's century-old famous school, with a loud signboard, and the news is as blocked as Langxi, and almost everyone hears it. Lin Shuangyu raised her eyebrows, half-straightened her waist in disbelief, then glanced up and down at Zheng Siqi several times, and kept nodding her head, "University teacher, university teacher, okay, top-notch, top-notch master..."
After he finished speaking, he didn't understand, "Then how can someone like you make friends with us in Fengtian." Lin Shuangyu subconsciously laughed at himself, despising himself and the children who grew up here. Many times, behind the self-deprecation is a huge cowardice and conceit, which is so tightly integrated into the concept that every word and every action has a vague metaphor.
Zheng Siqi pushed down his glasses and said with a smile, "Interpersonal communication has nothing to do with status."
This sentence is said lightly and requires physical effort. There may be too few people who can do it, so Lin Shuangyu does not believe it. She felt that this was bullshit beyond her conception, but it was difficult to refute it directly. She waved her hand, lowered her head and shoveled a shovel of coriander again, "How can it not be off? Just tell me, ordinary people like us who grow up in the mud, rich and powerful, can be friends with us. Is it?"
Zheng Siqi continued to explain gently, "What you said are all extreme things."
Lin Shuangyu quickly grabbed the "central word" she cared about, frowning, full of helplessness and sadness, "Yes, extreme, aren't we people extreme."
The concept is very different, and it is easy to start a conversation and easily get into a deadlock. Zheng Siqi was not in a hurry to argue or break the deadlock. He patiently squatted on the ridge, raised his fingers, and naively hoped to lead the white butterfly to stop here for a short time.
"People here, it's been like this for a lifetime." Lin Shuangyu then continued to laugh, "Uncivilized, a shaft, a tendon, Xiao Zheng, don't take offense."
"No." Zheng Siqi casually mentioned, "So, the cultivation of the next generation is very important."
Zheng Siqi believes that this concept is universal, and hopes that his children will live better than him. This is almost an inherent concept deeply integrated into the bones and blood of Chinese people.
"Then who said it wasn't." Lin Shuangyu took a breath, her shriveled chest swelled up instantly, and then sighed heavily; she raised her head and glanced at the sky quickly, her expression was like sitting at the bottom of a well, only the round shape could be seen. A small patch of sky, still gray and gloomy, "It's hard."
Zheng Siqi, "What do you think is the difficulty?"
Lin Shuangyu seemed to have an outlet to talk about, and felt that the other party was gentle and harmless, and it was extremely comfortable to talk about. So what I usually don't want to mention, I naturally mention it to outsiders today, "Our people here are not very literate, and our sons don't study much. You... are different from people like you."
Zheng Siqi crushed the thin layer of callus on his middle finger, "I'm actually talking about Little Five."
Little five
Lin Shuangyu glanced at him suspiciously, and brushed away the half-white lock of hair that fell from her forehead with her spade hand. After a while, he opened his mouth, blinked, and made a long "oh" sound.
"You actually wanted to tell me this."
Zheng Siqi smiled, "Just chat with you."
Since Lin Shuangyu and Qiao Fengtian couldn't negotiate calmly, if they wanted to help Qiao Fengtian, they had to act as an intermediary, and as an outsider, they softened Qiao Fengtian's ideas and conveyed them to Lin Shuangyu. It is easy to be thankless for the behaviors that are not people inside and outside, and once again violated Zheng Siqi's long-standing habit of doing things.
Lin Shuangyu didn't resist the topic, "... The little five sons are smart. Seeing the little boy who is silent and silent, he understands everything he should understand."
"Since that's the case, you should try harder to choose conditions that are good for him."
Lin Shuangyu paused, "What power?"
"Do your best, do your best to choose good conditions for him."
Lin Shuangyu laughed again and laughed at himself, and the nasolabial lines cast a long and narrow shadow on both ends of the nose, "Xiao Zheng, how do you try to do your best? Do your best, yes, do your best, as the old saying goes, who doesn't try his best in life? But this effort can be big or small. The family is not made up of one person, and the wooden pillars that bear the load can't stand alone on the ground. If you try to use it in one place, it will collapse. Will the others still live?"
Zheng Siqi was silent, waiting for her to continue.
"Fengtian's father, Xiao Zheng, you have also seen it, his brother, I won't tell you why we came back." Lin Shuangyu's shovel stuck into the ground to support her half-body's center of gravity, "Little Wuzi is in Linan University. What about the expenses? And one year or two years, three or four years, ten or eight years? When he goes to high school and goes to college, you can see how high he can fly when he looks like his father. You can let him fly later. He went back to Langxi to guard him, a poor old man with no arms and short legs, he is used to seeing it outside, can he still take it easy?"
Zheng Siqi smiled, and his words were not so gentle, almost hidden, "So you plan to cut off his thoughts early?"
Lin Shuangyu's eyes suddenly dimmed, and his eyelids drooped down to cover half of his pupils. White butterflies wandered in circles on the tips of her shoes.
At the end, he made a hoarse voice, "I know that I have a bad temper all my life. I am the shrewd shrew in the books. But I am not an unreasonable person. As long as there is a way out, I can be willing to take it. Am I detained in this acre of land? No, I can't, I can't do anything right now."
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Grandma is really not a bad person, I believe