In the end, he moved his luggage into Zheng Siqi's house and stayed overnight.
In addition to modern novels and miscellaneous poetry and prose, Zheng Siqi also collects a lot. What could not fit on the bookshelf was neatly placed on the coffee table, and there was also on the desk in the study. "World Poetry", "Vault", Keats, to Elizabeth Browning; also Yutian Ci, Tao Shi, "Book of Songs" are also included.
Each book is exquisitely bound, and the envelopes, girdle seals, and bookmark belts are clean and flat. Qiao Fengtian couldn't help turning two pages, there were sporadic circles, horizontal lines, and a few neat and clear remarks. Turning to the front door again, there are three inconspicuous letters in the lower right corner, zsq, in every book. Qiao Fengtian thinks that he writes letters handsomely and beautifully.
Qiao Fengtian recalled that Zheng Siqi was not a very bookish person. When he spoke, he did not carve out seals or sentences, and he did not scruple words. In the junior high school in Langxi, cynical, self-esteem pedants are always looked up to, it seems that even the indecent contempt of these people is also regarded as a crack, a hole.
So long after that year, he felt that he was indeed as the dean said, yin and yang were mixed up, and he was a scum. As a result, he subconsciously feared people who were literate and who seemed to be highly ideological. Their handwriting and their mouths could become knives, sharp and mean, and would dig people's deepest pain points. Language itself is a weapon, and sometimes it is more dripping and serious than a sentence of "fuck you".
Zheng Siqi was the best exception he knew. If I could return to my age at that time, I would probably work hard and study hard no matter how difficult it was, so that I could meet such a good teacher as him, so that I could hear him roll up his sleeves and speak softly in front of the podium, so that he could read what he had read. book of.
When Zheng Yu and Xiao Wuzi were taken home, Qiao Fengtian opened the door, his eyes were almost blinded, and a figure rushed over. Before he could speak, his legs were tightly wrapped.
Zheng Yu surrounded Qiao Fengtian like a bundle of hooves, raised his head, "Happy!"
Qiao Fengtian smiled in surprise, looked up at Zheng Siqi and Xiao Wuzi, and then lowered his head to brush his pigtails. As long as he doesn't help, he is always high and low, and Zheng Siqi's craftsmanship has not improved at all.
Zheng Siqi took Xiao Wuzi's hand and sat down on the cloth block at the entrance, and squatted down to get the new slippers in the closet.
Zheng Siqi stared at Zao'er seriously, and smiled at her, "Come on, are you ready for the manuscript?"
Zheng Yu hugged Qiao Fengtian's thigh and nodded, "Ready, ready!"
"What are you going to prepare?" Qiao Fengtian wondered.
"You'll know after listening to it." Zheng Siqi snapped his fingers, "ready-go!"
"Uncle Xiao Qiao, I like you the most. I'm really, really happy that you come to live with me. You don't have to worry about me or my dad. We all welcome you and you are kind. I like your braids. I like the food you cook for me. I also like your hair even though it's dyed black, but my dad and I still think it looks good Exams like him are very good."
Zheng Yu's belly draft obviously didn't add punctuation marks. As soon as he said it, it was smooth and smooth, and his face turned pale pink, just like a round and full red Fuji.
"You..." Qiao Fengtian opened his mouth halfway and looked at Zheng Siqi again.
He took off the schoolbag on Xiao Wuzi's back and put on his glasses, "Accept your fate and accept a little Lolita's sincere and affectionate confession to you."
"What I said is true! Zao'er is really happy!"
Zheng Siqite was amused, "I don't use my jujube like that."
"That's very, very!" Zheng Yu was naked with a stack of white teeth, and his eyebrows were curved, "Can Zao'er sleep with Uncle Xiao Qiao at night?"
Xiao Wuzi changed his shoes and kept silent, and then suddenly said, "No."
"Why?" Zheng Yu turned around and wrinkled his nose at him.
"Because... because you are a girl, and my uncle is a boy."
"You're jealous." Zheng Yu said with a smile.
"...I didn't." Little Wuzi lowered his head and touched his nose.
"You have."
"… "
Xiao Wuzi didn't bother to talk about it, he didn't think about it for a long time, and finally smiled shyly and hugged the schoolbag in Zheng Siqi's hand.
Qiao Fengtian was still a little confused, his temples were full and swollen, and his cheekbones were slightly warm. He smiled almost dumbly, squatted down and rubbed the top of Zheng Yu's hair, opened his mouth to say something to the child, but didn't know how to say it for a while.
Zheng Yu leaned over and put a ring around Qiao Fengtian's neck, leaned over and took a loud sip on Qiao Fengtian's face, and said sweetly and crisply, "Welcome to my house."
The little radishes were driven into the study to study honestly. Qiao Fengtian prepared dinner in advance, and the vegetarian soup in the pot was still cooking. Take the bottle over and drizzle a little bit of clear sesame oil, which diffuses the fragrance of the whole house. Qiao Fengtian turned off the stove, turned to look at Zheng Siqi, who was following the kitchen, leaning on the keel.
"What did you teach her on the way?"
"I think too much." Zheng Siqi waved his hand, "After a little bit, I told her that if you like someone, you have to learn to tell him what you think is nice. You have to be sincere, don't rhetoric, and make the other party happy. You're smart, you can get through."
Qiao Fengtian pressed the tip of his nose and wiped his hands back and forth on the apron, "Your jujube is really a treasure, my heart is still beating now."
"It's true or not." Zheng Siqi frowned, pretending to be unbelieving, and couldn't help laughing when he came closer, so he whispered, "Why didn't I hear your heartbeat when I confessed to you?"
"I… "
Zheng Siqi pressed his forehead abruptly, and Qiao Fengtian's bright and clean nose was right in front of him.
"On the way back, I was thinking that I have you waiting at home, and I feel very happy. I don't even think about the traffic jam. The more traffic jams, the later I see you, the later I see you, the more I look forward to it, so much that I listen at the door. To the sound of you unlocking the lock, my heart palpitates."
"Zao'er's talent for telling love stories is actually inherited from his ancestors, right?"
"Almost, but she's still too shallow."
"You are already an immortal legend on the rivers and lakes." Qiao Fengtian smiled and held his hand.
Outside the kitchen window is the bright lights of Linan. The greatest cruelty of the city is that you as an individual, no matter how much suffering and disaster you have suffered, to it, it is like an ant drowned in water, and a dead leaf fell to the ground without a word. From collapse to despair, and then from despair to hope, your world is turned upside down, and it will always be secluded and solemn, standing on a high place, gorgeous and bright day after day, full of traffic.
It is necessary to gradually learn to understand its people, inhumanity, intimacy, and the soothing and tolerant voices given by equality.
Linan Affiliated Primary School took physical education class in the afternoon. Both Xiao Wuzi and Zheng Yu were tired. No matter how energetic they were, they were still six or seven year old children. Zheng Siqi arranged for Xiao Wuzi to sleep in Zheng Yu's room. Xiao Wuzi refused to do it, his face was red, his mouth was sloppy, and he stammered and disagreed. A child who is unwilling to cause trouble to others is also obstructing his face.
Without thinking, I squeezed into the study with Qiao Fengtian.
In the afternoon, Xiao Wuzi was bitten by mosquitoes on the playground, and he was bitten by rows of red bags on his arms. He counted them one by one. There were exactly seven on each arm, and he could summon two dragons.
"Aren't you wearing a coat?" Qiao Fengtian put some toilet water in his palm, sat on the sofa bed, and wiped the little five little by little, "Ding is so miserable."
"I didn't wear it." There were still two bags around his neck, and Xiao Wuzi kept raising his hand and scratching, "For Zao... Zheng Yu wore it, or she was bitten."
Qiao Fengtian clicked his forehead after listening, "You know how to feel bad for you at such a young age?"
Xiao Wuzi laughed and scratched his neck harder.
"Are you to blame, uncle?"
Qiao Fengtian asked suddenly. Xiao Wuzi looked up at him, "Well?"
"Is it strange that uncle brought you to live at Uncle Zheng's house without discussing it with you?"
Xiao Wuzi lowered his eyelashes, his eyelids half drooping almost the same as Qiao Fengtian. He thought for a moment, and his expression instantly bloomed, as if he heard something funny and interesting, but he couldn't understand it, "Why do you blame Uncle?"
Qiao Fengtian turned his head to his chest, touched the bulge on his neck, and put two drops of toilet water on it, "Will you not be restrained, in someone else's house."
"Well... someone else's house might." Xiao Wuzi nodded on his chest, "But Uncle Zheng is different. He treats me very well, and I feel very comfortable in their house. There are also Uncle Winter Melon and Sister Li Li. Family, they are also very nice to people, and I don't feel restrained."
"You call Du Dong your uncle and Li Li your sister, right?" Qiao Fengtian couldn't help laughing.
"...Sister Li Li won't let me call him auntie, she will beat me up when she hears it."
"That's the virtue." Qiao Fengtian brushed off the down pillow Zheng Siqi took out, unfolded the snow-white pillow towel, let the little five lie down, and pulled the short T on his belly for him, "It won't last long, I'll give you your own room, eh?"
Qiao Fengtian looked up at Qiao Fengtian, closed his eyelids and nodded, "Yes."
Closing the door lightly, Qiao Fengtian was startled by Zheng Siqi behind him.
"Sleep?"
"I just fell asleep, I look tired today, and I'm wilted." Qiao Fengtian looked at him in short-sleeved trousers, all at home, "Are you going out?"
Zheng Siqi took a sip of water and took the door key on the coffee table, "Well, go to the supermarket, let's go together."
"Now?" Qiao Fengtian looked at the clock on the wall, "It's half past nine bro."
"It's half past nine. There are few black people." Zheng Siqi reached out and touched the tip of his nose, "We can walk hand in hand."