Qiao Fengtian found out that the unicorn he gave Zheng Siqi that night was hung on the key by him. The milk tea color, which is not very suitable for adult men, swayed under Zheng Siqi's left index finger, and the bells rang crisply in the warm and humid wind, as if looking up at the sky, the stars touch the cool moon at night.
The hand is really holding, Qiao Fengtian didn't dare, tucked into his thin sleeves and placed it beside his legs at a loss. It was taken by Zheng Siqi involuntarily, and he opened his sleeves like peeling sugar, revealing Bai Shengsheng's palm. In fact, the remains of frostbite are still there. After the color has darkened, the color has changed from bean paste to light tan, with no edge mottled marks, and the hands are white, which is obvious.
Zheng Siqi rubbed the end of his finger, and the two index fingers hooked together.
"so?"
Qiao Fengtian only retracted uncomfortably, then looked at him, "Good mother."
"That's it."
Zheng Siqi couldn't hold back his laughter. He clasped his index finger and folded it. The palms of his hands were like new and wet clay sculptures, which were tightly adhered and inseparable. It is as if it must be separated by external force, and many transparent lotus threads will be pulled out. That kind of sweaty, warm and moist touch, because the grip is too tight, people can't tell who the touch is at the moment.
Also that night, being held hands was inadvertent. This time it was different. This time, Zheng Siqi was determined to be gentle and kind to him.
"Your hands seem to be really soft." Qiao Fengtian was held by him and took a step behind him. In this position, the gesture of holding hands was more obvious, but it was more lively and sweet.
"Sui Dad, our men's palms are soft, slender, and good-looking."
"..." Qiao Fengtian squeezed again, "our people in Langxi say that men are soft-handed, their fate is better than others, and their life is safe and smooth."
Zheng Siqi turned back and smiled, "Then you earned it."
It's just the beginning of summer, and the atmosphere of cooling off is quite strong. At the entrance of the street, under the big camphor, there are a row of snacks that are opened along the street. The Wonton Dumpling Shop was filled with the seasonal iced sour plum soup, and the casserole seller gave away a small plastic bowl of brown sugar ice powder. People who eat barbecue are always smoky and irritable, and they are filled with frozen beer in the freezer and spiced edamame in a tin pot drying in the moonlight at the intersection.
And lively, and leisurely. Zheng Siqi and Qiao Fengtian slowly walked through a narrow sidewalk that lacked street lights, and suddenly heard a burst of clinking glasses and laughter from the open-air shop opposite. Separated by a road that cannot be said to be wide, each has its own secret melancholy, and each has its own secret joy.
Wal-Mart has always been stingy with air-conditioning. As soon as the cool leather-like leather curtain was lifted, Zheng Siqi shuddered.
Suddenly bright and spacious, Qiao Fengtian let go of other people who came and went, "Is it cold?"
"kind of."
Qiao Fengtian rubbed his arm, "Last time, too, I wore so little long ago." Being led all the way by him, his palm was still warm.
The two pushed a shopping cart and walked slowly inside side by side. An unknown popular tune was played on the supermarket amplifier, and the female voice hummed softly and sang slowly, procrastinating, but also long and melodious.
Thinking about it carefully, there are indeed some things that need to be re-purchased, such as Xiao Wuzi's slippers, which are too big for his feet, so he needs to buy a child's size; the daily necessities for shampooing and bathing, I still have leftovers before, but I am afraid to bring my own. There are too many scattered things, occupying Zheng Siqi's place, so he didn't bring them all; the present is an empty refrigerator, what to buy to fill, think carefully, and cook what Zheng Siqi likes to eat.
I used to make delicious food carefully for Qiao Liang, but at this moment, I have a new direction to deliver emotions.
First, I went around the fresh vegetable shelf two or three times. Red, green, white, and yellow were randomly selected and stained with each other's colors. The uncles and aunts have already picked out the fresh and full, and the rest are somewhat crooked and cracked. Qiao Fengtian didn't care much, good or bad, he could wash them clean and cut them neatly, and put them in the pot to adjust the salty and mild taste.
"You have to tell me what you like to eat and whether you have any taboos."
Zheng Siqi touched his chin, and leaned his upper body on the handle of the cart, "Don't eat... There are not many diets, only green peppers and celery don't like it. If you like fish, any kind of fish is fine."
Qiao Fengtian tapped the keyboard in his heart, and wrote down what Zheng Siqi said, "What about Zao'er? I never asked before."
"Don't worry about her, omnivores, except onions and ginger, have nothing that they don't like to eat." Zheng Siqi won't show mercy when he hurts his daughter, "With your craftsmanship, if you put our table in a pot and stew, she can also I'll give you a clean meal with soup and water." As he spoke, he clicked his lips in a serious manner, pretending to be distressed, "I'm especially worried about this girl's weight in the future."
I bought a box of dried shrimp skin and dried senbei, and netted a crucian carp that barely turned its stomach; I also weighed snow peas, yellow buds, and a few fresh cucumbers with thorns and yellow flowers. Immediately after going to the daily necessities area, Qiao Fengtian browsed carefully from the top to the bottom by the shelf, and then looked back at Zheng Siqi and pointed to the heights without saying a word.
Zheng Siqi rubbed the back of his head, stepped forward, took a bottle of Jinfang and a bottle of disinfectant on the top of the shelf, and put it into the shopping cart.
Qiao Fengtian turned the snow peas up from the bottom so as not to be crushed by the squash. "Although this statement is not very scientific, it seems that it doesn't matter if the child is young, it will be thin when he grows up."
"Are you too?" Zheng Siqi looked sideways at his thin waist and legs, "When you were young."
"When I was a kid, I could fly a kite with a string." Qiao Fengtian gestured, "You know the baton, it's like that."
No one was around, Zheng Siqi put his arms around his neck and leaned over, "...How can I make you fatter?"
"It's difficult." Qiao Fengtian couldn't bear to laugh at his straight eyebrows, "It's very difficult, I've tried for so long and it hasn't grown."
"Because you don't feel bad for yourself enough." Zheng Siqi rubbed the corner of his eyes with his thumb, "I will accompany you to raise meat in the future."
"That won't work." Qiao Fengtian shook his head firmly from side to side. "If you run fast, you will have high blood pressure and high blood lipids."
"Then let's exercise together again, night running or gym, it's fine."
Thinking of that sports meeting, Qiao Fengtian shook his head again in horror, "Your long legs are running so fast, I can only follow you and eat ashes?" "Don't worry." He pinched the soft flesh on his face, "Yes. I'll take you and run slowly."
Qiao Fengtian puffed out his face with special cooperation, and in Zheng Siqi's eyes, he was extraordinarily vivid and cute.
Zheng Siqi doesn't like to be at the moment, go beyond reality and talk about the future. Even if it is sincere and sincere, there are too many distractions to ensure that it will not be exaggerated in the future. But when speaking, uncontrollable emotions are always in a dominant position, and it is inevitable to construct a rich and splendid fairy tale for the sweetheart who is listening. Even if he can say good things like Zhu Shenghao and send two or three love letters to Song Qingru every day, he can't be said to be fooling around.
People are like this, no matter how rational and pragmatic they are, there are times when they are restrained and emotional. love.
When walking to the import shelf area, I met a young couple. The girl was slender and small, and was carried into the shopping cart by her boyfriend, with her two long thin legs hanging outside. The girls were full of bags and buckets of puffed snacks. They were pushed out by the boys and slid on the flat floor, smiling from ear to ear.
The boy took out his mobile phone and took pictures with a "click", while holding the direction of the shopping cart steady, he accidentally bumped into Zheng Siqi, and turned back with an "ouch".
"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" The boy nodded in apology, and the girl stopped laughing and stood up straight in the car.
"It's okay." Zheng Siqi waved his hand.
"It's all your fault."
"Blame me? You're begging for a seat yourself!"
"Then you don't look at the road and keep shooting!"
"If I don't shoot you back, why don't you make trouble with me again, little auntie."
"Let's go!"
The two frolicked in a low voice and walked away, Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but look back a few more times, raised his head and looked at Zheng Siqi, both of them couldn't help laughing.
"I'll put you in there too, okay?"
All kinds of imported food shelves are exquisitely packaged, children are elegant, and the prices are very objective. As a result, there are very few customers around, thousands of birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. The sound of "Leng Leng" as the cart gurgles forward is very clear, Zheng Siqi's tone is smiling, and there is almost a slight echo in his words.
"Ah? Put it, where?"
Zheng Siqi looked at him and smiled, but did not speak.
"You're three and a half years old." Qiao Fengtian grabbed the little yellow flower on top of Duoer's cucumber and threw it on him, "We're so old together, what should we do if we see it?"
"Gu Jiu sings to me that this is a childish innocence." He stepped forward and embraced his waist from behind, "There's no one here, come on."
Qiao Fengtian smiled awkwardly and hid, and broke his arm around his waist, "You always treat me like a child."
"You are young, you always let me on a whim."
"I'm about to run to fourth like you." Qiao Fengtian raised his head in his arms and looked at Zheng Siqi's pale blue chin.
"It's good to be young." Zheng Siqi bowed his head and kissed the temple of the person in his arms, "Show me how stinky and shameless, a lively old cow eats tender grass."
Qiao Fengtian's shoulders trembled because of him, and he couldn't stop laughing. As soon as he slackened, he was suddenly picked up by him and put into the shopping cart. Zheng Siqi supported the car and walked slowly forward, looking at his thin legs hanging out of the car, the blue and white ankles that were exposed outside the black trousers.
"Sit tight."
Zheng Siqi gently pushed forward, and the whole person followed the car slowly and smoothly, and the various commodities that could be seen from the corner of the eye went backwards, like an irreversible splendor.
Nervous and hopeful, I find it interesting, like a Ferris wheel and a merry-go-round that I have never done before. The lights on the high ceiling of the supermarket illuminated a translucent but reddish pale yellow on the closed eyelids. The eyes were bright and dark, and the color was intermittent. When it was too late, the supermarket would not be distracted. The tune of the song was played in a loop, and it was always the same song, and it was almost possible to hum along with it.
When he stopped, Zheng Siqi was in front of him.
Just like every child going to an amusement park, there will always be someone watching and waiting silently not far away. Relatives and loved ones are good, let people settle down and not do what he wants to enjoy the moment, and don't worry that he will leave halfway. You are dizzy and shake three steps, you can't tell the sky and the ground at this moment, the dream is real at this moment, but you can clearly understand it when you get close to him. He is still where he is, with his long life.
No matter how interesting you feel, you are reluctant to leave, and you can’t compare to him asking you a gentle question.
"Is it fun?"
Qiao Fengtian nodded, "Yes."