On the day Qiao Liang was discharged from the hospital, it happened to be raining. Du Dong and Li Li helped get a minibus. Qiao Fengtian ran upstairs and downstairs. Hurrying away with the daily utensils packed up. Without an umbrella in hand, I could only drench it like this, wet hair sticking to my forehead in locks.
Zheng Siqi didn't come, Qiao Fengtian asked him to take care of the little five sons, and when he picked up Zheng Yu, he took him back for a while.
Lin Shuangyu neither promised the fifth son to stay in Linan, nor did he make a sound to take him away. Qiao Fengtian wasn't sure what she meant, so he made up his own mind. He was also worried that the little five sons saw Qiao Liang lying down at home, and when he was so nervous, he couldn't bear to leave.
It is indeed cruel to think about it. He has neither father nor mother by his side, and only a little uncle like him may not be able to shield him from the wind and rain. The "best" I want to give him has never been tested. After a long time, I may find that it is "unnecessary" at all.
Du Dong dismantled the two decks in the back row, freeing up a rather wide space, and instructed to gently lift and put Qiao Liangheng onto the minibus. Turning around and wiping away the rain and dew on Qiao Fengtian's hair, he reached out and dragged him into the car.
Everything seems to have a general direction, it is difficult to say whether it is right or wrong, but at least it is moving forward.
After school in the evening, Zheng Siqi held an umbrella and led the two little radishes out the door. Zheng Siqi was always hot, so he turned on the air conditioner in the car very early in a very energy-efficient way. When he looked back and saw the two slowly climbed into the seat, he turned off the air conditioner and rolled the window a crack.
Zheng Yu was still using the child seat, which was tightly tied to the chair like a five-colored bundle. Xiao Wuzi felt fresh, put his schoolbag on his lap, stared at Zheng Yu, picked up a thick nylon bag from the back of the chair, pulled it hard, and pressed it into the buckles between his legs. inside. Seeing that the hem of her dress was folded into the back of the chair, she carefully leveled it silently for her.
Zheng Siqi didn't start the car, just sat in the driver's seat and looked back at them.
He couldn't help thinking that the little five sons were really similar to him, and it was inadvertent and inadvertent to be nice to others, and the chief instructor couldn't find them.
"Do you like it?" Zheng Siqi asked him with a smile when he saw Xiao Wuzi sneaking into the child seat.
Xiao Wuzi immediately withdrew his dark little hand and swayed his head back and forth, "I don't like it!" Thinking about it, it felt inappropriate, as if he was disgusting with other people's things, so he changed his words in a hurry, "Well, it's not that I don't like it, it's that I like it. , but, but not what I wanted... that kind of like."
Zheng Yu pressed his elbow against him and said with a smile, "I don't like it for you next time! It's super hot!"
"Don't come." Zheng Siqi reached out and pinched her face, "Before you were eight years old, you stayed there honestly."
Zheng Yu held onto Zheng Siqi's hand and nuzzled, "How could he not sit when he's still seven years old?"
Xiao Wuzi waved his hand again, "I won't sit, I won't sit!"
"I'll change to a two-person one next time." Zheng Siqi laughed at his cautiousness, not willing to take advantage of others easily, squeezed Zheng Yu's soft and tender palm, and lowered his head to ask him, "What would you like to eat at night?"
Xiao Wuzi lowered his head and scratched his neck, "… It's okay."
"I want to eat the bamboo shoots and fresh meat ravioli downstairs!" Zheng Yu tilted his head and interjected, staring at Zheng Siqi and smiling.
"I didn't ask you." Zheng Siqi put his two fingers together and squeezed Zheng Yu's mouth neatly, "You said."
"Just... just wontons."
Xiao Wuzi turned his head and saw that Zheng Yu looked like a struggling Duck Duck. He couldn't hold back his laughter, and let out a happy "puchi".
Xiao Wuzi eats in a quiet and orderly manner, scooping what he eats, not stirring aimlessly in the bowl. On the other hand, Zheng Yu was staring at the chopped green onion and coriander floating in the sea bowl, and he picked it up and threw it into Zheng Siqi's bowl. The rice and noodles in the wonton shop are fragrant. It is the warm and melting time of dinner, and the well-dressed man brings a boy and a girl, which inevitably attracts attention.
Zheng Siqi felt the joy of having a pair of children in an instant. He pulled up the lotus leaf sleeves that Zheng Yu quickly slid into the bowl.
In fact, on second thought, this is not a burden.
He expressed his heart to Qiao Fengtian, and he was sincere. No matter how he thought about it, he knew that this road was not easy to walk, but he felt that he was embarrassed, and he didn't think there was any embarrassment. It's just that he can't let go of what he has to bear. He and Qiao Fengtian are neither willing to rank love as the queen mother, nor can they arbitrarily rank it before responsibility.
Contradictory and unresolved, very thorny issues. Zheng Siqi knew that Qiao Fengtian's mind was delicate and sensitive, and it was much more trivial than what he thought. If he could think about this, he might have thought about it countless times at night.
Zheng Siqi really thought that Qiao Fengtian would hide and reject his wishes in a hurry, turning his head and running away. His own family, identity, is undoubtedly a risk in life for him. Qiao Fengtian is the most stable and most afraid of hurting others, so he is by no means his best.
He is suitable, a person with an open body and no one to rely on, full of eyes, full of heart, and only dedicated to love him.
I can be wholehearted, persistent, and focused, but it is difficult to be unconcerned. He was full of selfishness and wanted to hold on to Qiao Fengtian tightly and not let go, but also deeply understood that in the future, if he walked hand in hand along the way, there would always be something that would hurt him intentionally or unintentionally because of him. At that time, how could he protect him, and what kind of position should he use to comfort him
Zheng Siqi sighed indistinctly, and was heard by Xiao Wuzi, stopped the hand that scooped the soup, and raised his dark eyes to look at him.
Those eyebrows were so similar to Qiao Fengtian, as if he was sitting opposite him, looking at him with concern. Zheng Siqi couldn't help but think that if he was really sitting across from him, he would definitely stretch out his hand to bring him over. ”.
"What's wrong?" Zheng Siqi asked Xiao Wuzi with a smile.
Xiao Wuzi shook his head and swallowed everything in his mouth before speaking, "It's nothing, Uncle Zheng."
When Qiao Liang was discharged from the hospital and returned to Langxi, the fifth child knew that Zheng Siqi could see it early in the morning, and the child was reluctant to say what he wanted to say but did not dare to say.
"You can say whatever you want in front of me." Zheng Siqi stroked his bulging forehead and lowered his head closer to him, "I won't criticize you like the head teacher, and I won't tell your uncle."
Xiao Wuzi looked up at him again, looked down at the bowl, pursed his lips, and gave a small smile.
"I'm thinking of my uncle..."
I also thought, I didn't say that. Zheng Siqi asked, "What do you think?"
"I wonder if it's because of me that he worked so hard." Xiao Wuzi glanced at Zheng Yu, who was drowning in food, "I don't dare to ask about the matter of the adults, but I still know a little bit, although only a little bit..." Xiao Wuzi compared Little finger head.
"I know my grandma doesn't want me to continue reading. She's not what other people think. She's actually doing it for my uncle's sake, and it's also for my own good. People always say she's not good, and she sometimes beats me and my uncle... But I actually know what she's thinking, really, don't lie to your uncle."
"My uncle has always been good to me. All my clothes and pants in the countryside are bought by my uncle. My pens, books, lamps, and small toys are all bought by my uncle. The students in the key classes have to pay 30,000 yuan in sponsorship fees. The uncle only said that he paid 20,000 yuan. I know that the 10,000 yuan was paid by him, and I didn't say anything. I know that the uncle loves me the most. He has I was more attentive to me than my father, and I like my uncle the most..."
When Xiao Wuzi said "I like it", he smiled shyly, like those two words, he was actually very ashamed to say it.
"I want to study hard, to be promising, to protect him in the future, and not let others scold him, bully him and say he is not good." Xiao Wuzi pursed his lips, the corners of his cheeks bulged like an adult, forbearance. , and disappear again. His arms were dark and thin, and when his fists were clenched, a thin layer of muscle stretched on his forearms, "But I think I'm a burden for my uncle. If I go back, will he feel much more relaxed?"
Zheng Siqi did not speak.
This is undeniable. Yes, when the fifth son returned to Langxi, Qiao Fengtian would naturally feel much more relaxed.
But after that, what would you say if you were alone. To get rid of the existence of Xiao Wuzi is almost to take away the meaning of his continuing efforts in Linan. Qiao Fengtian's soul is indeed not independent. He relies on dedicating others to realize his humble value. He digs out his heart and heart to change his life, so that he can return the kindness and gentleness that he can't get, and return him to the surrounding like a prank. In fact, it's like a child, trying to be brave and not showing a smile, while sobbing and stuffing all the candy into your hands.
"I know I'm in trouble, but I still don't want to go back. I want to study hard here, no, I will live up to... I will live up to my uncle's 10,000 yuan!"
Xiao Wuzi knocked on the table firmly, Zheng Yu raised his head and looked at him with half a wonton in his cheeks.
"Good boy." Zheng Siqi touched his face. Although he could not do without the word "money", he could hear the spirit of "reading for the rise of China" in his words. The times are different, the circumstances are different, but the courage and determination are often the same, "No wonder your uncle likes you so much."
Xiao Wuzi was silent for a long time.
"Who the uncle likes is the uncle's own business, we... shouldn't interrupt."
Zheng Siqi was startled, pushed down his glasses and looked at him, wondering if the "like" he heard was the "like" he understood.
"what?"
Xiao Wuzi wiped his nose and repeated in a low voice, "Who the uncle likes is his own business, we shouldn't interrupt."
Zheng Siqi looked at the look in the eyes of Xiao Wuzi, stared blankly for a while, and sighed in his heart.
There are always subtle places in the world where the purest and most innocent thoughts exist. The almost straight line of thinking is pure and free of impurities, broad and bright; they simplify the most complex problems in the simplest way until they are gently penetrated. In fact, many people still don't understand the truth that even children are clear-headed. There are clouds in front of their hearts, and nothing is true.
It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, Qiao Fengtian rang the doorbell, and Zheng Siqi walked over and opened the door lightly.
"Why is it raining all over? Don't call when we arrive." Zheng Siqi frowned and pulled him into the door, turned and walked to the bathroom, "Both just slept."
Qiao Fengtian changed his shoes at the entrance, nodded, and tiptoely placed the ones he took off at the door.
"Come here." Zheng Siqi opened the towel in his hand, put a pocket on Qiao Fengtian's head, wrapped it from left to right, and rubbed it back and forth, "Don't you know how to borrow it if you don't bring an umbrella?"
"I didn't get off when I was waiting for the bus at the bus station. I didn't expect it to get off again as soon as I got to the city. A little bit, drizzle."
"The rain in this season is all possible, and it depends on the mood for a while." Zheng Siqi tugged him into his arms, "I would have driven to pick you up if I knew it earlier."
Qiao Fengtian brushed away the broken hair that fell on his eyebrows, and smiled at him with his face up.
"How about it?"
Qiao Fengtian took the towel and rubbed it on the top of his head, took two steps back, and got out of Zheng Siqi's arms, "After a long day of work, I just finished the work, and half of Wu Yangyang and Langxi came to join in the fun, and their heads exploded. Now." Qiao Fengtian wrinkled his nose, "It's all supposed to be watching a monkey show."
"Have you heard gossip again?" Zheng Siqi asked him.
"No." Qiao Fengtian was amused, "When I meet outsiders, my grandma and I agree with the outside world. Her mouth swept all over the place and offended the villagers again and again. Thanks to Du Dong and my father and her One sings the red face and the other sings the white face, so I didn't really get into a fight with anyone, I just hid and didn't make a sound, it was quite funny."
"What about the little five sons?"
Qiao Fengtian draped the towel over his shoulders and rubbed the back of his head.
"She said, if you have to fight, you will work hard, if you want to fly, you will fly to Gao Le, and if you can't pass the key junior high school class, you will return to Langxi to farm. You have to go back to see his father often, and you can't forget your roots. Go back to Langxi, she will make time to come often, no more."
"Really?" Zheng Siqi couldn't help holding his hand.
"It's all up to you to talk and talk, and it's impossible to make sense of her immature old man."
"She told you what happened that day?"
"It's not just talking." Qiao Fengtian stared at Zheng Siqi for a while, with a half-smile on his lips, "and told me very unhappily, let me not have any other shameful thoughts about you, saying that you are helping me You look down on me, you are different from me, you are a superior person, let me not take advantage of you and I will not be able to understand the south, east, north and west, distinguish who is who, and don't do anything to lose Lao Qiao's family in front of you. "
"I'm helping you because I like you." Zheng Siqi pleaded softly.
"My God." As soon as Qiao Fengtian couldn't hold back his smile, he clutched the towel and turned away, "You, you, you, you, you always say that I am special... I know I know it, I remember it. ."
"I haven't been in love very much, and I have less love to talk about." Zheng Siqi grabbed his wrist to prevent him from running, "This time it was fun to think about."
"I'm not used to it… "
"Then get used to it."
Zheng Siqi turned over Qiao Fengtian's head involuntarily, and gave him a loud kiss on his forehead, "Move here and live with me, before the house over there expires, okay?"