After the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone took advantage of the strong interest, and went to the small side hall to play two rounds of mahjong. There was a table of leftovers, a piece of sweet potato seed husks, and it was too late to clean up.
Seeing that no one was there, Qiao Fengtian went downstairs quietly, put a pot of water on his seat, and helped Qiao Liang to clean up the table. Xiao Wuzi looks like a decent man, holding a bamboo broom longer than others to sweep the floor; in the small kitchen, Qiao Liang cleans up, and Qiao Fengtian washes the dishes.
Pour the boiling water into the basin, and the steam from the transpiration slowly disperses in all directions, covering up Qiao Fengtian's eyes. He rolled up his sleeves, loosened his collar, and poured a pump of cleansing lotion into the water.
In Qiao Fengtian's hand, the fingers are long and the knuckles are prominent, and the root blood vessels with distinct veins are buried under the skin like a winding black and green dragon. Dipped in hot hot water, only the pale palms can emerge a rare rosy red.
When I was a child, some people said that Qiao Fengtian was yin and yin, afraid of the cold, and now it is easy to sweep a depressing light blue. To eat more warm things to recuperate.
Qiao Liang threw a dirty chopstick into the pool and closed the greasy screen door of the cupboard.
"I'll wash the bowl, go to eat first, just drink it all night." His expression looked like a smile, but not like a smile, after a long pause, he said, "Ama specially reserved half a chicken soup for you, It was simmered with ginseng."
"Deliberately" is too emphatic, but not natural.
Whether this half-hanging chicken soup is intentional or not, it cannot be regarded as a compromise by Lin Shuangyu. In fact, many things are like this - no matter how the relationship is like walking on thin ice, there will always be lotus roots sticking together; no matter how difficult the family relationship is, it may at a special moment turn into the original safe and sound. Relying on such a tacit understanding that is as big as a fingernail, Lin Shuangyu does things without giving affection but leaves room for change.
But Qiao Fengtian is not used to Lin Shuangyu's "showing good" for some reason. First rubbed his hands, then raised his eyebrows, and then whispered, "Oh."
At this time, a vague male voice that could not be heard suddenly came from the side hall, with a three-point joke, and asked Lin Shuangyu, why didn't your second child bring you a daughter-in-law from the city in the new year.
These words were not loud, but they could be heard by Qiao Fengtian without being biased. The movement of his hands paused for a while.
Lin Shuangyu didn't speak, it was the ticklish mouth of a relative who didn't know where to go next. Oh, I can't be in a hurry. The problems brought out of the mother's womb have to be slowly worn away.
If it goes further, it will be completely lost in the clattering sound of the mahjong being pushed down.
On the New Year's Eve, there will be fiery red firecrackers that are shaking the sky. Qiao Sishan burrowed into the nest early to sleep, Lin Shuangyu rubbed numbness with others, and Qiao Liang squatted with his son during the squealing Spring Festival Gala in the middle of the night. Qiao Fengtian held the quilt and replied to the New Year's text message overnight.
On the first day of the new year, it is customary to get up early to cook dumplings.
Qiao Sishan wanted to take antihypertensive drugs in a hurry, so he ordered a plate and served it to him first. Then he cooked four or five more dishes and piled them on the square table, cut a plate of pickled radish and pickled peppers, and filled a few small plates of sesame oil and vinegar.
Lin Shuangyu picked up the broken firecracker skins all over the door, unbuttoning the apron around his waist and preparing the change in his pocket. When Qiao Fengtian and Qiao Liang saw it, they were stunned and threw their chopsticks away.
"Where are you going on the first day of the new year?" Qiao Liang frowned and pulled her arm.
Lin Shuangyu's apron brushed off the dust on the shoes: "Where to go? Go to Antique Street."
"What are you doing on the first day of the new year!"
In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, when it is going to snow, how many people do not stay at home to buy your melon seed drink? It's not that they really lack the money for the three melons and two dates. Qiao Liang couldn't understand Lin Shuangyu's thoughts, so he hurriedly led her to the table: "Be honest and stay at home!"
Lin Shuangyu shoved it away, then got up to get his shoes, "Three melons and two dates are also money. Our Qiao family has a lot of this and not a lot of it. If you don't earn it, leave it to others to earn it." He pursed his hair behind his ear. , sighed briefly, "This family, who will support me if I don't support it?"
Qiao Fengtian sat on the side of the bench and silently lit the oil flower in the vinegar dish with chopsticks. Clearly felt that Lin Shuangyu's words were embarrassing and poking people in the forehead.
"Why are you talking about this during the New Year's Eve?"
"After the new year, it's no longer a day, and you'll drink the wind with your mouth open?" Lin Shuangyu's voice suddenly brightened, and he pointed to the big table, "One doesn't have a career, one doesn't have a family, and no one looks like a bear. Knowing how others call me a motherfucker, I didn't teach you well!"
Qiao Sishan threw the chopsticks on the table violently, and the frightened Xiao Wuzi's dumplings fell to the ground, "Why are you talking about this during the Chinese New Year!"
"Don't think I'm not good at listening, blame you for being blind to a woman who doesn't have a brain like me more than 40 years ago! Blame you for being unlucky in life, this stinky woman has no ability, and gave birth to a bad girl for you The eldest son who lives with his wife and is incompetent! He has given birth to a spirit with an abnormal brain that is not big or six!"
The more he spoke, the more angry he became, the more snarky he spoke, as if his heart had been set on fire, all the way to the point of being on the verge of an explosion. Lin Shuangyu's dark face flushed slightly, her chest heaving up and down, she sat back on the bench and tilted her head.
Qiao Sishan sighed fiercely, and pushed the porcelain plate with a few dumplings left in front of him.
Taking advantage of the silence of the crowd, Qiao Fengtian got up and hugged the little five who was stunned to the side, and took him upstairs.
Xiao Wuzi sat beside the bed, watching Qiao Fengtian put washing things in his bag, his mouth twitched and his heart tensed. He stood up quickly, took two steps forward and grabbed Qiao Fengtian's sleeve, and whispered anxiously, "Don't go, uncle."
Qiao Fengtian touched his thick eyebrows, and was pleased that when the child expressed his intense emotions, he also looked warm and restrained, not like his grandmother, nor like him.
"Uncle still has some work to do, so I have to go back to work first. You stay here and don't go any further. You can chat with your milk later in the evening. Don't let her be bored for another day without speaking, okay?"
Xiao Wuzi knew that he couldn't keep it, and there was no joy on his face, but he still nodded obediently.
Qiao Fengtian went downstairs with his bag and stopped in the hall. Qiao Sishan still kept Gou Louzhe's back and said nothing, and Lin Shuangyu also kept his face sullen. Only Qiao Liang stood up and saw that he was carrying luggage in his hand, and came over and reached out to grab it.
"Why? Where are you going?"
"Nowhere, I'll go back to Linan."
"Don't go!" Qiao Liang became anxious, "Is it like a person who celebrates the New Year!"
Qiao Fengtian actually doesn't like what other people say about "big New Year". For him, the three hundred and sixty-five days of the year are like the hands repeating in cycles, and every grid is the same. The miserable days will remain miserable, and the happy days will not become happier. There is no need to forcibly delineate "Chinese New Year" into the scope, as if anything can make an exception for it.
If he wasn't still attached to the concept of "home", he wouldn't be able to live through this year, and it wouldn't matter whether he had this meal or not. He could not come back to hinder Lin Shuangyu's eyes for a year, and the same is true today.
Hearing this, Qiao Sishan also supported the table and stood up slowly, his lips moved up and down, "Fengtian... don't go, don't go, stay well."
"If it's not enough, tell me, and I'll buy it for you in the city."
"you… "
Qiao Liang turned around and slammed Lin Shuangyu in a hurry, "Ama, talk, don't stop Fengtian when he wants to go!"
"Let's go? Go, let's go, Li Nantian is huge, and Langxi's horns as big as sheep's shit can't hold his big Buddha..."
Hearing such a sentence, Qiao Fengtian's heart was unstoppably sour and tight - not expecting her to keep a star and a half sentence is false, not expecting her even a word of kindness is false. No matter how little hope is lost, it will hurt to fall.
Qiao Fengtian smiled and touched his nose, "It's true that I have something to do to keep you busy. I'll come back when I have time. It's convenient to be close anyway, so just call me and tell me if I'm short."
This is determined to go, no one can stop it.
Zheng Siqi held the steering wheel, turned off the heater in the car, and handed a box of washed strawberries and a packet of Shuhua milk to Xiao Zaoer in the back seat.
The car was going to Luer Mountain, and the destination was Yuetan Temple, so I got up early.
Speaking of which, Zheng Siqi's family didn't believe in Buddhism. It wasn't because Zheng Siyi stuffed the two incense tickets given by the unit, and Zao'er was clamoring to go out to watch people play, but he would rather sleep at home. Driving all the way from Linan to Luer, not to mention the oil damage, the street scene along the way is enough for the little girl to toss most of her energy.
Driving on an uneven mountain road, Zheng Siqi stepped on the clutch and changed to a low gear. Looking at the sky from the front window, it was gray and blue and dark. The broadcast also said that there was snow in a large area today, and it was not the right time.
"Dad eats strawberries." Zao'er raised a red and bright one, the largest, and put it to Zheng Siqi's mouth.
Zheng Siqi bit his mouth and said vaguely, "Thank you Zao'er."
The small roads in the town lead in all directions, and there are many staggered intersections. Once entering Luer Town, Zheng Siqi's navigation is not very useful. Turn left, turn left is a plane tree. Right fold, right fold is a red brick wall. It took a lot of effort to find the right entrance to the mountain, and then I looked around and couldn't find the sign indicating the way.
Seeing a figure approaching in the distance, Zheng Siqi, who is well versed in "the road is long in the mouth", pulls over to the side and prepares to go down to ask for directions.
A few meters away, he smiled politely at the person: "Hello, may I ask, do you know how to get to Yuetan Temple?"
Qiao Fengtian was in an uneasy mood, frowning slightly. Hearing someone walking over to ask for directions, his face didn't seem to soften, he clicked his mouth and pointed his hand back, "Follow this road... why is it you again?"
Without thinking, the impolite sentence came out so smoothly.
Zheng Siqi pushed on his glasses, took a few steps closer, opened his eyes wide, and suddenly laughed, "You, you changed your hair color, but you didn't recognize it. You, you, you..."
You you you for a long time, a sentence froze in the mouth, and reacted - I don't know his name.
Every time Zheng Siqi dresses, in Qiao Fengtian's opinion, it is very well matched, concise and reasonable. The teacher, who is used to seeing Linan's belt on his beer belly, wished he could use it as a collar to strangle his neck. At first glance, Zheng Siqi was comfortable and generous.
Today is a dark camel coat with double-sided fleece, reaching to the knees, and the fabric is heavy and slightly stiff. Inside was a pure black round neck cashmere jacket and a beige shirt collar, which were turned out from the inside flat and properly. The lower body is straight black trousers and a pair of matte cowhide short boots.
The thin-rimmed glasses rested firmly on the towering bridge of the nose, which was pleasing to the eye and made people lose their temper.
"This is you?" Qiao Fengtian asked.
Zheng Siqi pointed into the car, "Take my daughter out to play, I'm afraid I'll go astray."
Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but look into the car, the window was reflective, and the shadow of the fart could not be seen clearly.
"What about you, why do you meet here like this?"
"My family belongs to Langxi. It's a small village on the edge. It's very small. You may not have heard of it." Qiao Fengtian sneered and fiddled with his light-colored bangs.
"Seeing the man who is in front of Hua Yilang, splitting the family to cross the stream?" After speaking, he felt that he was showing off, and then he smiled and said, "The name is very nice, your family." The tone was calm and calm, It's not deliberately pretentious, it's a comforting compliment.
It was the first time for Qiao Fengtian to hear people say that.
"Dad! Daddy!"
Zheng Yu suddenly opened the car door, stepped on the bright pink leather shoes, and trotted all the way over with her braids that were still one tall and one short, one crooked and one straight. The flexible and slender arms like willow branches wrapped around Zheng Siqi's waist: "You've been chatting for too long! I'm in a hurry."
Seeing the small child who suddenly jumped out, Qiao Fengtian was stunned. In an instant, he quickly realized that it was Zheng Siqi's daughter.
"Zao'er." Zheng Siqi touched her head, "Hello."
"Hello brother..."
Qiao Fengtian smiled immediately, glanced at Zheng Siqi who also raised the corner of his mouth, walked over and held her soft little hand, "It's not quite right, I want to call you uncle."
"uncle?"
"Yes, uncle"
Zheng Yu blinked, stared at Qiao Fengtian's hair and laughed, "Uncle's hair is so beautiful."