"Are you?"
The motorbike drove onto the Chaojiang Bridge, and the wide water surface became a huge plane where the din of vehicles and water could be echoed. The bridge is a white arch made of steel, with high heights during the day and gorgeous light and shadows at night. The man nodded slightly and said something across the helmet, but Qiao Fengtian didn't hear it clearly.
"What? What is it?" Qiao Fengtian actually wanted to say, don't look back and look at the road.
"I said." The other party said more loudly, "Are you?"
Missing an object is actually a sick sentence that lacks arms and legs. If you don't understand it, you may have to answer in a vague way: What the fuck is that, I'm not? !
Qiao Fengtian could understand, he cut off the end of the sentence, and he also understood the meaning of the other party.
"Yes, I am."
Traffic police officer Liu chuckled through his helmet, and his laughter was swept away by the oncoming river wind and threw it on the road passing by, "I know it, it's very easy to see."
"Then you're not really good." Qiao Fengtian looked at the small stubble pressed under his helmet.
"It's not that I'm strong, it's that you are too obvious."
Qiao Fengtian didn't speak, and looked down to see that the clothes on his body were blown up, and the clothes were flying back and forth. The helmet is always stuffy, and when you speak, a thin layer of water mist will form on the glass cover. You can't reach in and wipe it away, you can only push it up.
"Hey, you're obviously joking." The other party turned around again, "I've seen you on Bluded, there's only one Linan and one Joe in the profile, and there's not even a single life photo."
Qiao Fengtian raised his eyebrows noncommittally.
"It's pretty cool."
Qiao Fengtian seemed to laugh. If self-defense, self-defense, self-abasement, and cowardice are considered a kind of personality, it must be one of the darkest and most mixed colors. This kind of emotion also infects others, making the water dizzy as if it were all around. The so-called near-ink is black, pure white can be dyed, positive red can be dyed, blue-green can be dyed, and bright yellow can be dyed. Is Shen Shen still called Shen Shen when it is seen by others
To draw a clear line with people who don't want to do it, and don't always think about talking about it clearly is the basic principle of neither harming yourself nor harming others.
"Then you're pretty cool."
Pulling off the mask was very refreshing, and the clouds around him were all blown away. Qiao Fengtian turned his head to look at the long and narrow Chao River, which was shining brightly in the evening. He knew better than anyone where his wind was, where it was heading, and who he should be most open to.
At the back door of Lida, there was still a hundred meters away from the barber shop, and Qiao Fengtian told him to stop. Turned over and got off the motorcycle, took off the helmet, fiddled with the buckle and handed it back, "I'm sorry, thank you today, Liu... Traffic police Liu."
"Liu Bao."
This word has a special pronunciation and is not often pronounced, "Break?"
"The top one is the pioneer, the bottom one is the palm of the hand, and the business giant's hand."
"Remember." Qiao Fengtian smiled and nodded, "Then I'll leave today, you're contacting me if something happens."
"Hey." I didn't know where to find a cigarette, but I finally managed to find a lighter and light it. "I can't contact you if you're okay, what do you mean?"
Qiao Fengtian wanted to say yes.
"If you need any help from me, if I can help, I-"
"I didn't mean that."
"Then, then if you want to get a haircut or if you want to bring someone over for a haircut, you'll—"
"Ouch." He sipped his cigarette butt, propped up his motorcycle and smiled, "Do you really understand or pretend you don't understand?"
Qiao Fengtian scratched his brows and brushed his forehead.
"I understand."
"Then you did it on purpose."
Qiao Fengtian chose not to answer, and turned his head sideways, not intending to look at his half-smiling look.
"Do you see me like this, or do you have no idea about this now?"
Qiao Fengtian didn't know how to tell him, "It doesn't count."
"Then you have a partner?" Liu Bing suddenly raised his chin behind Qiao Fengtian's shoulder, and nodded forward, "That one over there, that tall guy who has been standing there looking at you since just now? "
"Ah?" Qiao Fengtian was stunned for two seconds before turning around in his direction.
Who knows how Zheng Siqi could be here! Qiao Fengtian saw that his car was parked not far ahead, wearing a short-sleeved shirt with soot and a pair of well-pressed trousers. He put his hand on the armrest of the car door and held a cigarette in his mouth.
"I rely on... it's over, it's over, it's over."
"I think it's just a little taller." Liu Bang lowered his head and dusted the cigarette ash into his palm, then raised his head, "I'm also... Hey! What are you doing running so fast!"
Qiao Fengtian buckled the seat belt into the lock and saw two potted plants in the back seat. The oily green leaves have large silk-like milky white stamens, which are fragrant and sweet, so thick that it is almost bitter. It is two pots of gardenias that are in bloom.
"There is a flower show at the Academy of Biological Sciences in the afternoon. Rhododendron and gardenia. They are all gardenias from Rhododendron and I. I don't know if you have raised them before and if you like them." Zheng Siqi started the car and saw Qiao Fengtian sitting in the vice chair. The driver looked at him without saying a word, and couldn't help laughing, "What's the matter, I didn't kiss you first today, I'm not happy?"
Qiao Fengtian turned his head to one side.
Zheng Siqi leaned over and put a sticker on his temple, "I smoked just now, it's not very convenient now."
Qiao Fengtian liked it together with his accidental smell of smoke.
"You, you go first."
Zheng Siqi rubbed the back of his head.
Of course it's good to be jealous, it means being cared about, it's fun. But Qiao Fengtian is always not sure whether Zheng Siqi, who seems to be able to handle everything and is gentle and peaceful, has the ability to make the other person care to the extent of jealousy. This is a small and small matter. If you don't ask, it may not be so easy to admit.
Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but turn his head to look at the gardenias, which floated into the fragrance of the car. Seeing that Zheng Siqi's neck and protruding Adam's apple were hidden together in the neatly buttoned collar, he was soaked with a thin layer of sweat and looked sticky and hot.
When I got home, I turned on the air conditioner, Zheng Siqi adjusted it to 21, Qiao Fengtian silently brought the remote control over, and DiDi adjusted it to 27.
"It's too much in response to the country's call to save energy." Zheng Siqi held his face and rubbed it back and forth. He couldn't kiss, so he put his chin on top of his hair.
"You will get arthritis if you want to get cold." Qiao Fengtian put the remote control on the sofa and put a ring around his waist, "It's accurate to rain on a cloudy day, it's more effective than the weather forecast."
Qiao Fengtian bought black plum and roselle, boiled a pot of sour plum soup in the evening, boiled it and put some dried tangerine peel and dried osmanthus brought over by Langxi, and boiled a whole casserole. Zheng Siqi was not happy to let Zheng Yu eat cold drinks, and the little girl was always unhappy. Qiao Fengtian cooked to please her, and also let Xiao Wuzi and Zheng Siqi have an appetizer to spend the summer. Zheng Yu enjoyed it for a while, eating three bowls, so he didn't even have a few bites of the cherry meat he made at night.
On the other hand, it was rare for Xiao Wuzi to eat dinner that he didn't have to fight with Zheng Yu, so he ate a small bowl of rice with cherry meat and added another bowl. In the end, he wanted to pour the sweet and sour juice from the bottom of the plate into the rice and mix it in another bowl. He glanced at Qiao Fengtian and was embarrassed to do it. He touched the plate, but was stopped by Qiao Fengtian.
"Can't come, I'll kill you." Qiao Fengtian wiped a little sauce from the corner of his mouth.
"Then I, I drink more water..."
Qiao Fengtian pulled the plate in front of him, "I can draw maps."
"No, no!" Xiao Wuzi was embarrassed to say.
"Anyone who wets the bed thinks they can't pee." Qiao Fengtian filled a bowl of sour plum soup and handed it over, "I also share a bed with me, and it's always raining and it won't dry."
Zheng Yu laughed while rubbing her round belly, Zheng Siqi put down her chopsticks and propped her forehead to watch them both laugh.
After dinner, there were two muffled thunders outside the window.
Zheng Siqi and Qiao Fengtian are washing dishes in front of a sink. Zheng Siqi was just trying to join in the fun. He was used to using the dishwasher and didn't even know how many pumps to clean. Seeing that Qiao Fengtian squeezed two drops into the pool, he was too embarrassed to ask Qiao Fengtian with a big face in surprise: Hey, isn't it a plate and a pump? Qiao Fengtian wanted to roll his eyes and throw beads of water on his face, thinking that with your eclectic usage, you alone can support an entire laundry detergent factory.
Qiao Fengtian was groping for a porcelain plate in the pool full of white foam, while Zheng Siqi rolled up his sleeves and caught his hand in the pool. When Qiao Fengtian was touched by his fingertips, he was very cooperative with his playfulness and slipped away, and Zheng Siqi followed the direction and followed the trend, catching a nimble swimming fish, and he was unwilling to let it go.
The tip of Qiao Fengtian's nose was under the hanging lamp in the kitchen, and he smiled brightly, "I won't be able to finish the dishes at twelve o'clock if you make trouble again."
"Then we will set up a box spring in the kitchen, sleep first when we are sleepy, and then wash when we wake up." Zheng Siqi rubbed his two fingers under the water and could hold his completely thin wrist.
"You're not only an old rascal, you're also a childish person."
Zheng Siqi laughed for a while after hearing this, "It's just you and my sister."
"Tick" a few splashes sounded on the bed, and I knew it was raining. The rain in early summer is always swift and violent, like the god who quickly brushed a sleeve of water, showing off his newly acquired treasure to the world.
"Today..." Qiao Fengtian didn't look at Zheng Siqi, "Did you see it?"
Zheng Siqi nodded, "I see."
"I just wanted to ask..." Qiao Fengtian dipped his hands in the pool and didn't move, "do you... do you think... do you think today, uh, that is, today's... dinner is not good?"
What the hell are you asking!
Qiao Fengtian wanted to throw his head into the pool.
"Ah?" Zheng Siqi laughed, "It's delicious, especially delicious."
"It's not, it's not this, I repeat, I mean you, that is, will you... what, unhappy?"
"You're jealous." Zheng Siqi saw that his dark eyes were flickering slightly.
"kindness."
"Then kiss me and I'll tell you."
"you… "
Zheng Siqi smiled with determination to win, bowed his waist and leaned in front of him. Qiao Fengtian didn't think about it for a while, and put his tiptoe on his lips lightly. Looking back, Zheng Siqi suddenly widened his eyes and stared at him blankly, showing a look he had never seen before, and then he suddenly regained his senses and reacted abruptly.
Inadvertently, even subconsciously, he raised the lingering kiss between the two to a higher level.
Qiao Fengtian took a step back, his cheeks instantly became hot.
"I didn't mean to. I just—uh."
Qiao Fengtian was pulled forward violently and slammed into Zheng Siqi's chest, as if he had fallen into a dream.
Zheng Siqi's breath almost fell fiercely head on, more urgent and disorderly than the pool water that poured into his nose at that time. Qiao Fengtian was buckled too tightly by him, and his waist was concave into a flexible rainbow shape. It seemed like a last resort, but also full of willingness, Qiao Fengtian raised his head and endured Zheng Siqi's silent and pressing kiss, as if the stagnant water had drained all at once, dyed himself dripping, the world was spinning, dazzled.
Qiao Fengtian's hands stained with white foam couldn't help but climb up Zheng Siqi's broad back, still with a hint of clarity, and withdrew from a gap, "I will... I will be seen." Zheng Siqi heard him whisper in an angry voice, And slightly panting, before pulling him out of the kitchen, he kissed him on the lips again.
"boom."
Zheng Siqi simply and neatly threw the person into the dim room, closed the door, and locked it.
"Hands, let me wash... um."
"ignore him."
Zheng Siqi turned over Qiao Fengtian's head with both hands, leaned over and kissed again, if it wasn't for Qiao Fengtian's mind being disturbed by his kiss, he would have found that this time was even more fierce than the kiss just now. It almost collided, with layers of metaphors and a lot of uncontrollable, sweet and thick maple sugar.
Zheng Siqi's wet hands rubbed into Qiao Fengtian's hair, and rubbed it several times, moistening the other's hair roots; A mottled and contiguous patch of ambiguous water. The two of them were kissing in and out of the room, and their lips were always glued and inseparable.
Zheng Siqi was ruthless, not much gentleness was left, and only a shallow bottom of self-control was left.
As soon as he pushed Qiao Fengtian against the wall with all his strength, he held the back of his head with his palms to prevent him from hurting and hurting, while he leaned into the other's neck and sipped endlessly. Zheng Siqi's chest heaved up and down, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he raised his hand and took off his glasses.
"I... I can't, I can't breathe."
Qiao Feng's weather was short, and he was sweating a thin layer of sweat. He leaned against the wall and stared at Zheng Siqi's sharp eyes. Because of the darkness, he was even more arresting. Almost to the point of spontaneous combustion. He grabbed Zheng Siqi's front and breathed in hastily. Seeing that he was about to kiss him again, he blocked it, "Wait a minute, just wait..."
"not good."
"Well..."
Flicking his hand away, Zheng Siqi held the other's lips and continued to rub and kiss, ignoring the half pool of dishes and the wind and rain outside the window.
"Not enough."
The tone and tone seemed to be full of provocative thoughts, deliberately low and vague, as if slightly drunk.