Four O’Clock Flower

Chapter 82

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Qiao Fengtian secretly watched all Zheng Siqi's circle of friends, two or three times. He didn't know if he would leave a visitor record, so he always hesitated for a long time before quitting.

Zheng Siqi likes to order shrimp in Lee University's cafeteria, and Qiao Fengtian found that he ordered five times in a dozen circles of friends about lunch in the cafeteria. There are streams and lakes around Langxi, and the fish, shrimp and loach sold in the market are much fresher and more delicious than those artificially raised in the city. Qiao Fengtian weighed a lively bag of river prawns and a perch from the uncle who brought the basket to sell.

Lin Shuangyu didn't break the 100 that he had stuffed, thinking about how to quietly stuff it back before leaving.

After returning to the ridge for a look, he was stunned by the things that slipped in his hands, and skipped two or three steps to see Zheng Siqi's soaked shoes and trousers and the mottled mud on his calf.

"Where did you roll all over here?" Qiao Fengtian tugged at the cuffs of his trousers, and water was dripping down from his top.

Zheng Siqi suddenly didn't know how to explain the situation just now, "... I didn't pay attention."

Qiao Fengtian raised his head, "Just stand on the side and still tread water?"

"Ouch." Lin Shuangyu untied the off-white sweat towel on his wrist and brushed it on Zheng Siqi's feet, "It's me, it's me, I just slammed into a stand and didn't stand still, Xiao Zheng rushed over in a hurry. Just stepped on the ditch, oh, look at this."

Zheng Siqi hurriedly bowed down to support her arm, "Auntie, I'll do it myself."

"I'm coming." Qiao Fengtian took the sweat towel in Lin Shuangyu's hand, squatted down and twisted and wiped the other party's black cloth, which was a little earthy brown, "Go back and change your pants, this needs to be washed, it's hard to rub it after it's dry."

Zheng Siqi put his hands on his knees and bent down, and the words sounded above Qiao Fengtian's head, "I've changed my clothes over and over again when I came to your house."

"Take off your glasses and grow a beard, and you'll be one with us villagers in no time."

"Only my name is too foreign."

Qiao Fengtian folded up his wet trousers, and saw a layer of curly hair covering his exposed calf, "That's Zheng Shoucai, it's happy to hear it."

Zheng Siqi smiled and stepped back, "Stop, don't wipe."

"Twist the water yourself." Qiao Fengtian stopped the movements in his hands, raised his head to greet the sun, and rolled his eyes, "I have perilla at home, and I cook fish and shrimp at noon."

Lin Shuangyu didn't say any more, stood aside and took care of a basket of coriander, ordered some fish, shrimp, vegetables and fruits that Qiao Fengtian brought back, and turned to glance at the two of them.

She could listen to Zheng Siqi's words, and thought calmly, that's right, it makes sense. She suffered from a low level of education all her life, and couldn't sum up the profound truth in a few words. All she could know was what she experienced. Zheng Siqi listed all the advantages and disadvantages into easy-to-understand strips, and placed them in front of him according to their size and height. He threw a few olive branches, which seemed to mean that he was willing to help solve all the problems. The biggest problem now is whether he agrees or disagrees.

She is not afraid to be the highest decision-maker, but it does not mean that she is not afraid that her arbitrary actions will affect the life of the young five sons. Hengdao can do it right away, but she will only have the most superficial layer in advance. Piece by piece, nian nian urging her, no matter how high she is, she will inevitably want to take shortcuts. Everyone has to pick up the life-saving straws thrown by the drowning, and hold on to them. This is a clear human nature.

But the person who throws the rope is too irrelevant. Once it is discovered that he is trying his best to lift the weight lightly, the purpose will be hazy. Even if Lin Shuangyu was underwater and was one of the rescuers, he could not help but question in the interval of struggle—why is he

Qiao Fengtian's speech and demeanor when dealing with people and things is clear to her. Although the joys and mistakes are not clear, there are not five traces to be found. It was a wave of ripples drawn by the swaying fish tail, happiness and unhappiness, pleasure and unhappiness, are all fleeting things. Lin Shuangyu thought about it, but he couldn't imagine how long it had been since he had not laughed in front of him. The gap between his mouth was a rock crevice that had not changed over the years, but the wind and rain could hardly see it; A tiger tooth, and now I think about it, I can hardly remember whether the tooth still exists.

Qiao Fengtian didn't smile just now, but in his eyes. That layer of water color is nothing but the crumpled cooked Xuanli, painted a bridge of smoke and willows in Langxi, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

You think you are unhappy, but he is actually less happy than you.

Sometimes as a parent, the attitude of the child is completely different from that of the child for too long, and the original purpose is often forgotten. It seems like a long game, I just don't want to lose. But after winning the championship, it is unclear and not important what the winner's reward is and what the loser's punishment is. From falling to the ground, I only hope that he can grow up safely, to the full moon, hoping to become an independent person, and then to hope and then disappointment, and then to despair after disappointment. The more stubborn he refused to look back, the more he had to hold the reins tightly, even when his fingernails were embedded in his flesh.

His hands were mottled, and there was an indelible black mark on his neck. Competitiveness and refusal to accept the softness became a tie, and the rope was cut off with one knife, as if everything had disappeared. When life is often the most insubstantial concept, it is neither for others to see, nor for oneself.

The so-called "grow up safely" has been lost on the way forward.

The white butterfly also flew drowsy, and stopped on a white coriander flower to take a breath. Lin Shuangyu pulled a handful of hair and hooked the basket on her lean arm, "Go home, take your pants to Qingchi to thin them, the sun is shining, and they will dry as soon as they dry."

Qiao Fengtian carried an ebony basin with a tube hoop, scooped a spoonful of saponin, and took a forearm-long mallet. Langxi people are not used to modern things, and the tools for housework are still traditional. If someone uses something new, and others see it but don’t know why it’s out of some weird and complicated secret thoughts, they must attack them in groups, saying that he’s absurd, forgetting his roots, and learning to be different from ordinary people. .

The pants that Zheng Siqi changed were Qiao Sishan's, a new pair of polyester pants. Qiao Sishan wore it with a twisted edge and put it on Zheng Siqi's body, stunned into a pair of cropped pants. Qiao Sishan boasted that he was as straightforward and simple as himself, saying that his legs were the longest legs he had ever seen in most of his life.

"My grandmother didn't say anything to you, did she?" Qiao Fengtian was walking under a low earth wall to Qingchi.

Zheng Siqi repeatedly mentioned the short trousers, "What do you think she can say."

"Ask... your relationship with me."

Zheng Siqi turned his head and smiled, and deliberately asked, "What relationship do you think you have with me?"

It was obviously the easiest question to ask, but he was asked to answer it for a while, but Qiao Fengtian couldn't answer it.

Passing through a narrow alley, people gradually became denser, white steam was slowly coming out from several bunches of chimneys, and the voices of people and dogs were intermittent and vaguely approaching. Zheng Siqi wanted to help Qiao Fengtian hold the ebony basin in his hand, lowered his head and stretched out his hand, only to see that the other party obviously withdrew his hand. Qiao Fengtian stopped abruptly and looked back at him. The two ends of the string seemed to be pulled horizontally by someone's fingers in an instant.

"you… "

"Can you wait here... wait for me to walk there for a while before you leave."

"What's wrong?"

Qiao Fengtian didn't say anything, but after a while he said, "Can you do it?"

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Zheng Siqi didn't ask more. He nodded and saw the panic flashing in Qiao Fengtian's eyes, "Okay."

He stood there, watching Qiao Fengtian's back foggy in the sky above the alley, and the dust floating in the air was small and fragmented, like a tiny planet in the vast universe. The other party lowered his head and walked very fast, fast and even in a hurry, as if it was a gesture of escape. When Zheng Siqi was about to suspect that he couldn't catch up with him at all, there was a faint change of tone from Sichakou, a wave of three-layered "Oh yo!"

The sound transmission effect of Jiaxiang is unusual, even if Zheng Siqi had no intention of listening.

"This is not Fengtian, oh hey! Which gust of wind has brought you back for a while?"

Qiao Fengtian's back suddenly stiffened, and he couldn't walk fast any further.

The half of the woman's melon seed shell was still shining brightly on her lower lip, her mouth turned up, and two more pieces came out mixed with saliva. There was a smile on her face, and in the sun, she was like a dying yellow flower hanging down on a rotten pumpkin.

"Aunt Li." Qiao Fengtian turned around and looked at her calmly.

The woman slapped her fleshy thighs and landed her palms on the bottoms of her legs. She seemed to remember something and suddenly realized, "Oh, you said that your brother is working in the city. I've been lying in bed for a long time after a car accident, isn't it?" He leaned forward as he spoke.

Qiao Fengtian smiled first, then nodded, "Yes."

She folded the palms of her hands and patted them together, "Oh, look at how troublesome this is! I met your father and asked several times, and he and Meng Yu'er didn't tell our fellow villagers, oh, I'm still there. Whoever broke the shit out there and spread the rumors, tsk tsk tsk."

"It's fate, there's no way."

"That's not what it's supposed to be, then if you say it's fine, nothing will happen, then something will happen to your family-" The woman chewed at the end of the sentence, and smiled embarrassingly in her mouth, and slapped herself on the face again. , "Look, I can't speak, I'm talking nonsense here, I don't mean anything else, don't forget to go to your heart, ah."

"It's alright." Qiao Fengtian held the ebony basin again.

Aunt Li's husband was carrying a tea jar from the back room. He looked at Qiao Fengtian in the courtyard, and his beard twitched, "Fresh, isn't this Fengtian? Why, come back for a blind date or get married?" Just said When it was over, he laughed to himself.

Aunt Li pretended to push him with her elbow, "As far as you talk nonsense all day long, a free person lives like a free-spirited and different person. , Can people really look for someone in the backcountry here?!" The man couldn't stop laughing and ducked, "Hey, yes, yes, free people, free people."

"Stay by your side."

"Hey, let's go."

Qiao Fengtian watched the two of them go back and forth in silence.

The woman grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds in her hand, "But I didn't say it, Fengtian, your grandma, it's really not easy. You see first your father, then you, and then your sister-in-law. And your brother tsk tsk tsk... Oh, is it because your family's feng shui is not good, why don't you go to the Yuetan Temple and pay a master to break it? Oh, this kind of thing, I would rather believe it if it has it or not."

"Li Agui, just talk nonsense!"

Another female voice suddenly sounded behind Qiao Fengtian, so shocked that he almost accidentally knocked over the ebony basin. The window of the black hole was pushed open, and there was a woman with an apron over her body and a Malan head. He has short hair and ears, thin eyebrows, and standard triangular eyes with thin lips.

"Aunt Song..."

"Fengtian has lost weight." The woman's triangular eyes swept over Qiao Fengtian's body quickly, her mouth seemed to be smiling but not smiling.