Qiao Fengtian saw that there was a thick black shadow on the ground, a color that was deeper than the layers of gray and dull cumulonimbus clouds.
"It's better if you don't come back." The hot voice of the woman pinching Ma Lan's hair was especially clear on her fingertips. The "beep" sounded like a sudden collapse, "Who treats you as a human being here?"
The one who twisted a melon seed and threw it into his mouth, pretended to be yin and yang, and said, "Oh, what are you talking about!" Bi Bi peeled the melon seeds in his mouth and smiled, "Who the fuck doesn't Who do you think of as a human? Don't blame Sang, scolding Huai, and scolding people here, and take a turn!"
"Whoever speaks to me is who."
"Yo, you can talk like that." A handful of melon seed peels were thrown out, and they were scattered all over the ground, and turned around and raised the withered ponytail to the back room, "Girl come out and sweep the floor with a broom, I don't know what to do every day with my house and my fart!"
After a long while in the back room, the clumsy young female voice responded impatiently, "You don't have long hands."
"You force the girl to tell me another one and I'll take a look."
The woman stepped into the house like a strong wind and fire, and closed the blue screen door of the courtyard with a "pop". The trivial mosquitoes and flies lingered three times before flying away without looking back.
"Don't you know her woman?" Aunt Song leaned halfway against the square window, "The mouth came out of the mother's womb before the head, so why don't you hide when you see it?"
"Looking back, she went to talk to everyone again, this, that, that, your grandma is the worst person to be."
Qiao Fengtian raised his eyes and glanced at her, and the pupils under the shade were even darker. The woman's action of pinching Ma Lan's head was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, the rhythm was quickened, and she was even faster and more skilled than before.
"Then can't I leave this place?" Qiao Fengtian said coldly.
This was the most incomprehensible sentence Zheng Siqi could hear. His voice was so low that he almost shrank.
He couldn't come forward from the beginning, neither because of fear nor to hide. Reason is a good thing, but it doesn't work for everything. Since Qiao Fengtian told him to keep silent, he couldn't arbitrarily flick his will. If I were ten years younger, I would definitely be unable to bear it.
He couldn't help but go up and scold him, hug him again, cover his ears, nose, eyebrows and eyes with his chest, and lead him into a quiet, late night with no wind and no rain, so that he can sleep well and heal his unhealed wounds.
"You're choking. Did I mean that?"
"What if people don't accept their fate, what do you do in this world?"
"You don't always think about changing others to change society, you have to learn to change yourself."
The woman bends her triangular eyes, and her smile always seems specious.
It was neither reasonable nor unreasonable, Qiao Fengtian suddenly choked, and suddenly remembered that this woman was a Sipin teacher in a township middle school before she retired.
Langxi is like a narrow wooden box, and it is full of mud and sand. Some people have a face that looks like a tomb-suppressing beast with horns and fangs, and they are malicious and undisguised. Some people are born with a spirit of compassion and compassion, their hearts may not be accessible and open, and their mouths can accommodate rivers and lakes. They are more self-righteous and speculate about others, and use more gorgeous words to make sentences. People who feel pain after one stitch jumps their feet and lifts their cuffs, but they don't even leave scars.
Lang Xi is a comprehensive world figure at the bottom of the society. One person is a corner, and no one can grab another's drama.
There are sparse forests and vines around Qingchi, the water leads to mountain springs, and it is cool. It is best to catch a fan and carry a rattan chair. At this moment, Xia is still a newborn willow bud, not steamy enough, wild and green, but also passionate and dreamy enough. There is a cloud shadow reflected in the pool surface, slightly swaying the floating ripples, and the water slowly melts as soon as the layers of lines appear.
This was the first time Zheng Siqi saw someone use a mallet to wash clothes. The handle of the thick and long mallet was smooth and moist, and when he hit it, a little bit of water splashed and hung on his trousers.
"Is it interesting?" Qiao Fengtian grabbed a handful of soap horns, stretched out a handful of clear water and dusted it.
"Yes, especially."
"I suspect that you have never washed your clothes by hand." Saponin is not the kind of bagged washing powder sold on the market. It does not foam much, and the tentacles are hard and astringent, but it can make clothes clean and shiny. "Automatic washing Dishwasher, washing machine, sweeper, sanitizing cabinet… just about fully automatic hair wash.”
"You don't understand, technology can progress because I have an audience like me."
Qiao Fengtian put down the mallet and gently rubbed the trousers in his hand, "I really can put gold on my face, the pool is not as big as your face."
Simply Zheng Siqi's trousers are made of cotton, and they will not fade or wrinkle in the water, or Qiao Fengtian must not dare to wash them rashly. Sometimes, people's minds are very rich, gloomy and incomprehensible, and the difference is only in what they do and who they are.
When I am studying, I will distribute my homework, and when I see my workbook and the stickers of the people I like, I will feel heartbroken; Those few words, found those small printed words and read them together, pretending that he appeared in the book, like a pleasant surprise with exquisite packaging. Now washing other people's clothes, he will deliberately measure the length of his legs with his hands, and rub the buttons that stick to his waistline.
Zheng Siqi didn't go side by side with Qiao Fengtian, because he was a bit higher than him, so he went down a spacious bluestone staircase. Therefore, Qiao Fengtian was able to privately and carefully trace the outline of his side view when he was not looking back.
The so-called horizontal view as a ridge and a peak on the side, it is not necessarily incapable of describing people when describing the mountain. In fact, a person with a high nose bridge is very good-looking. Not looking sideways is a kind of unique waste. The straight line that goes out is the bearing of knowledge, and the curved arc that goes down is introverted and introspective. Thinking about it carefully, Zheng Siqi is very Chinese, not that he is not slick or philistine. On the contrary, he is very calm, but he is neutralized by the temperament of a scholar-officer. It is late summer and early autumn. The deeper you go, the cooler and more comfortable it is, but the momentum of warming is always there.
"The matter of the little five sons." Zheng Siqi looked at him.
Qiao Fengtian wandered away in thought, looking too deeply to close his eyes, and the other party could see his crazy look for a while. Qiao Fengtian immediately turned his head with no silver and 300 taels, and turned his face aimlessly towards the water, his fingers covered the tip of his nose, and he couldn't even focus in his panic.
"I told your mother."
Zheng Siqi reached out and put his four fingers on Qiao Fengtian's left cheek. Pushing his face in his direction, he hooked his thumb and gently wiped off the snow-white soap scum from the tip of his nose.
"As an outsider, I did the best I could. Although your mother asked about your relationship, I was very objective. As for whether she agrees or not, believe it or not, although I am now I can't give you a 100% guarantee, but her attitude is flawed in my opinion."
The foam on Zheng Siqi's fingertips broke as soon as it was crushed.
"I haven't had time to tell you that the house is found. It's 70 square meters, the location is good, and it's cheap. You can live in it in August. You can live in the Iron Fourth Bureau for another month or two." Zheng Siqi paused for a while, and then His tone seemed to be more certain than before, "You go back to do the work of the little five sons, and let him be determined to stay in Linan to study. Nothing is more important than his own wishes. If you have any questions, be sure to tell me if you can. Leave everything to me, and I will help you."
Qiao Fengtian suddenly found that facing Zheng Siqi, the word "thank you" became difficult to say. He was annoyed that the other party seemed to have everything handy and lacked everything, and he was also annoyed that he couldn't be more insignificant and could never give back to the other party's gentle 1%.
A thin layer of cloud shadows moved away, and the sun suddenly dazzled and dazzled.
So I can only nod blindly like two fools, blindly staring at each other's collar, reluctant to look away.
"You're here, always being bullied like that...?"
Qiao Fengtian's eyes wandered upwards, staring blankly at the other party's eyes - Qiao Fengtian didn't know if his reflex arc was too long, or if he had been hesitating until this point, he started this conversation.
"Bullying me?" The emphasis was placed on bullying.
"Don't you think so?" Zheng Siqi smiled, "Isn't that called bullying?"
He misunderstood what Qiao Fengtian meant. He thought that Qiao Fengtian didn't think it was bullying, but what Qiao Fengtian really meant was that of course it wasn't bullying, it was insulting at all.
"Forget it, it's always been like this." Qiao Fengtian didn't say "I'm used to it if it's all right", and Zheng Siqi's stubborn insistence was silently swept away by Zheng Siqi.
People really can't stay in the spring for too long, it naturally has gentle and huge power.
"why?"
"What did you say why?"
"Why would they say that about you?"
Qiao Fengtian is not afraid of exposing the scar, the pain is second, he is not afraid of the pain, but the scar is too ugly, he is afraid of being ugly, he is afraid of scaring others and embarrassing him. He can't make sure that everyone who seems to be good-natured is genuine, kind and tolerant, afraid that they will hurriedly leave when they see something they can't tolerate flapping their wings. Throw it on your head.
What's more, that person can't be regarded as a complete "strong buy and strong sell" to him. To only put up a sign that you are underage and ignorant, so the responsibility rests with others, is too good at washing away your suspicions and taking yourself too much. As a result, in the future, for all the gritted teeth and tolerance, there is insufficient confidence, and there is a hint of self-inflicted heart.
"Do you want to hear this?" Qiao Fengtian wringed out his trousers.
"I want to hear it." Some people are thoughtful, asking more questions than answering and carrying psychological burdens. Zheng Siqi's words were neither heavy nor procrastinated, generous and frank, and his tone was firm. It's like a casual sentence when you make a move on chess, "Hey, I want to hear the legendary story you told last time."
"... Then I'm done, you can't look down on me."
Zheng Siqi lifted his glasses and smiled at him.
There is no one at this spot in Qingchi, the blue sky covers, and the soft sunshine. The weather was so good, it was bitter and boring, so Qiao Fengtian wanted to start with a sentence that was astonishing, more relaxed and more interesting, such as pointing at the bluestone steps at the other's feet and winking playfully Eyes said: "Do you believe it, oh, the place where you are standing, I stood there more than ten years ago and threw in the pool, with a plop!"