Staying overnight or living together is actually a relationship between inclusion and inclusion. The latter seems to express more directly, but in fact it has a little less secret meaning. Under the same context, it is less ambiguous than the former.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Fengtian only thought about it for a short moment that day, and then said "yes" with a smile. Zheng Siqi couldn't believe it. He always thought that the other party had to think about it for a long time, and then told him that it was not possible.
Living together is not easy, it should be a prudent and cautious step, which is equivalent to exposing the most trivial and authentic parts of one's life to others, values, habits, things that cannot be seen from a safe distance, under the same roof It will always be cleaned, and then it will be crystal clear and exposed. Often to the extent that each other's lives are closely linked and truly inseparable, whether they like it or not, love or not love, only then can the final decision be made.
Distance is beautiful, but we can't see each other from afar, Plato's life. Always want to follow the ordinary way, try, hope, panic, longing, hug him to sleep deeply at night, and watch him wake up in the morning ignorantly.
Just a month or two is fine, for a long time later, that small scene related to daily life, draw a rough outline.
Life seems to be on the right track, Zheng Siqi is still busy, and Qiao Fengtian has to plan and manage from scratch. Savings, work, little five sons, he needs to put the collapsed building blocks again, but he still doesn't mention the mess, and adds a piece of "Zheng Siqi" out of thin air. He wanted to keep it on the top of the tower and look at it all the time, the most expensive, the most beautiful in color, and the one in the shape he liked the most.
Occasionally, when I cut the hair of a client, I saw that the thick black straight hair was shortened with a "click", and a black-gray fog fell on the ground. I would also think, where is the top of the beginning and where is the end. place.
Some people think it is too hot, so they turn on the ceiling fan and rotate slowly on the top, and use ice lolly flip-flops to spend the early summer.
It was the afternoon of the day the things were moved, and Du Dong routinely accompanied Li Li to the Maternal and Child Health Hospital for an obstetric check-up, while Qiao Fengtian took a long break from work. Zheng Siqi, on the other hand, had just finished the grade meeting, and hurriedly drove to the Iron Fourth Bureau without tying his bow tie or eating his lunch.
"Are you still changing your shoes?" Zheng Siqi was holding the door at the door, looking at Qiao Fengtian with a playful smile.
"Change, you have to change it for me now when you demolish this place in the afternoon." Qiao Fengtian put his slippers a yard up on the ground, squatted on the ground and looked up at him, "I just mopped the clean floor."
"Change." Zheng Siqi bent down, "If you want to move to my place, I guess you have to clean my house first before you can live in peace."
"If you don't tell me, I won't touch your things." Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and grabbed his thin ankles, "but if you agree, I will clean it up for you. It is also possible to cook, so that you don’t have to eat takeout with Zao’er, and occasionally want to do it yourself, and poison the two to death.”
Zheng Siqi laughed as soon as he heard it, and reached out to touch his face, "So knowing that I feel bad for me, I will be reluctant to let you go in August."
Qiao Fengtian laughed first, rubbed his hand, and then sighed softly, "I'll talk about it when you can really tolerate it then, Mr. Zheng, maybe after you understand me better, dump me. It’s too late…”
Zheng Siqi was noncommittal and held his face.
"A kiss, okay?"
"Wait..." Qiao Fengtian consciously shrank his neck and closed his eyes. After waiting for a long time to kiss him, he opened a small slit to look at him secretly. Zheng Siqi was staring at his brows intently, with a smile on his lips, his thumb gently caressed his lower lip, and then moved away, rubbing the delicate eyes, as if trying to rub away the layer of melancholy light blue. .
Qiao Fengtian's breath was stagnant, and he couldn't help pursing his mouth. He lowered his eyes in a panic and almost at a loss, his eyelashes brushed against the fingertips of the other party, and they touched it at the right time, and then there was a brief friction, "You..."
When Zheng Siqi's breath and shadow came down, Qiao Fengtian closed his eyes again, feeling that it was almost the flesh on the top of his heart, and was throbbing violently. All of a sudden, I look forward to it and want to push it away, but I can't move hesitantly.
Zheng Siqi is not gay, and Qiao Fengtian knows that instinctively, he cannot have any hidden desire for physical contact with the same sex. Kissing something like this, between the eyebrows and the forehead, between the cheeks and the ears, anywhere is fine, but the mouth is different. The boundaries are clear, independent of gratitude, favor, encouragement and etiquette, almost related to desire.
Zheng Siqi's kiss still fell on the left cheek, as usual, restrained and polite, and very tender.
As he left, he whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid, just wait."
Qiao Fengtian knew that Zheng Siqi didn't eat, so he went to the kitchen to help him order a plate of dumplings for him. Sanxian, I packed a whole drawer last week, and I didn’t eat it with Xiaowuzi, all of them were put into a crisper box and frozen in the refrigerator. It came out full and rolled on a clean plate. Because of that kiss, Qiao Fengtian's ears were still red, and two thin pale pink pieces were attached to the sides, like tender red ginger he had cut in a plate.
Eating ginger in summer may not be good, at most it adds a taste.
Zheng Siqi wanted to ask him to come over and sit and talk beside him. Seeing that he was busy stacking the packed clothes in the trolley case, he didn't mention it. I took a piece of ginger and saw that the knife was exquisitely crafted, thin and evenly translucent, chewing it in my mouth, sweet and sour, slightly spicy, very crisp and refreshing. It is something made with the mind, and the taste is full of meticulous thoughts, without any roughness.
"Do you still have this, do you take it away?"
"No, I'm giving it away. Can't you see that the flower stand is empty?" Qiao Fengtian was in the back room, "I can't take it with me. It's too much trouble."
Zheng Siqi put down his chopsticks and looked back at the empty shelf. At that time, there were different shades of green, but now there is nothing. The empty face, just put it there, makes people look dazed, as if it is going down in loneliness at a loss. How much Qiao Fengtian loves those flowers and plants, just thinking about how strong and rich they look, in fact, he can guess.
"Buy again."
"Well?" Qiao Fengtian asked aloud from the back room, sticking out his head to look at him, "What?"
"I said to buy it again." Zheng Siqi smiled at him. "There is a flower and bird market next to my house. There are all kinds of potted plants. I will take you to see it in the evening. I will buy everything for you."
Qiao Fengtian put his hand on the door frame, put his head on his hand, wrinkled his nose and smiled at him, "What you said... It sounds more tiring than 'swipe'."
"Come here if it's really itchy."
"What?" Qiao Fengtian put down the things in his hand, walked over, and Zheng Siqi stood up and hugged him.
"God." Qiao Fengtian didn't know what to do, and let him smile on tiptoe, "I didn't know that before, Mr. Zheng, you are quite... clingy?" Qiao Fengtian sniffed the smell of his clothes, pressed it on his back, and went back and forth again. caressed.
"I'll be more sticky, so be prepared." When Zheng Siqi laughed, his chest vibrated slightly, clinging to Qiao Fengtian, "Are you disillusioned? Do you think I'm actually a slick old man?"
"A little bit."
"Really!" Zheng Siqi rubbed the back of his head, "You should firmly say no, right?"
Qiao Fengtian put his arms around him and laughed hard, "I haven't finished, I mean, a little bit, but yeah."
Zheng Siqi looked down at him, "But."
"You look at me and can't speak..."
Zheng Siqi looked away according to the words, "Okay, I don't watch, I listen, you say."
Qiao Fengtian hesitated for a moment, took a breath, pressed the tip of his nose, and whispered, "But, whatever you look like, I... I think, cough."
Zheng Siqi's shoulders were shaking, staring at the side, holding back his laughter and enduring the extra effort.
"I like it all."
After he finished speaking, he leaned on Zheng Siqi's shoulder and buried his face firmly, "...It's too much of a response, I really admire you. You don't even blushed when you talk about love."
"It's over." Zheng Siqi said, "I think you're even cuter, and I want to move you directly. Don't clean up, okay? Come home with me now."
"Why don't you come here? I haven't figured out what to say about Little Five." Qiao Fengtian still didn't look up, but the smile in his words was obvious. Zheng Siqi was not in a hurry, and hugged Renfu tightly again, looking at his delicate hair, and the star-white cleansed scalp.
"I didn't say anything about jujube."
"Well... or you go back and get a vaccination, and I'll discuss it with the fifth son." Qiao Fengtian looked up at him.
"No matter, come with me today."
"You have such a big heart."
"It's not big at all, it's all about you for a while."
"My mother!" Qiao Fengtian couldn't help sighing heavily, and tightened the hem of Zheng Siqi's clothes, "I'm going to die."
Qiao Fengtian really didn't know why Zheng Siqi liked him, couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out very much.
Embracing him is like hugging a dream of my own; it is like trekking through mountains and rivers, and finally found the inn, which is clean, dry, and unbroken. In addition to that tiredness, he will stand firm, and the illusion of a momentary loss of strength almost makes him want to kneel softly.
A lot of things can be forgotten if you forget them.
But how could it be the same as ordinary people? There is always a large piece of my heart that is empty, it will leak, and it is humid and cold in all seasons. No grass grows, it is barren, no one is willing to come in to dig the soil and water it, and sow the seeds carefully, so there is no way to bloom in the dust.
Suddenly being said that I like it so seriously, the unstoppable palpitation makes people have the urge to cry and then laugh while holding the pillow, just like the June sky, drying the damp moisture after the passing rain, the warm feeling. All around. If you don't go for a long time, you can't help but sink into the rich warmth. He is so meager that he almost melts slowly.
Am I worth it, am I worthy? You can have everything you want, and I have nothing.
This is what he always wanted to ask and never asked.
It may also be because Qiao Fengtian always believes that Zheng Siqi is so good and trustworthy. If you like this kind of thing, you can't talk nonsense. This truth is clear to everyone, and after all, he is special to him outside the order. How could Zheng Siqi not know it. If he can say that he likes it dearly, it may mean that he has something that shines in his eyes, the beauty that he doesn't even know about.
So in addition to the joy, there is another layer of gratitude that cannot be expressed clearly. I am grateful that a person like Zheng Siqi can see another self, a self worthy of being cherished by others.
So even if it's a dream, I can't help but want to keep doing it; after all, in a dream, no one will think about the dawn.