Again in the pantry. Qiao Fengtian closed his mobile phone and walked away from the auditorium. When he pushed open the door of the green passage, he was flickered by the spotlight on the stage. Zheng Siqi was leaning against the sink with his arms around him, and when he saw Qiao Fengtian approaching from a distance, his smile seemed both complacent and determined to win.
Qiao Fengtian put his hand in his trouser pocket and raised his eyebrows in a rare playful manner, "Where are you going to wander?"
Zheng Siqi's jeans actually look like a little boy who is used to being handsome. Folding them up seems to be inadvertent, but in fact, he put a lot of thought into them. His usual shirts are always buttoned up neatly to the top, and two were left open "irregularly" tonight, with a clear and identifiable Adam's apple.
"A wanderer who knows where to go, is that still a wanderer?"
Qiao Fengtian wrinkled his nose and nodded in agreement. After a while, he smiled and asked, "Aren't you a little too irresponsible to talk about homelessness at your age?"
"I can't manage that much anymore." Zheng Siqi said "whoever loves whom".
"Then who are you with?"
"Who is talking to me now." Zheng Siqi stretched out his hand towards him, "Come with me, how about we book two plane tickets to travel around the world tomorrow?"
Qiao Fengtian looked at the unobvious expectation and focus in his eyes, and said "yes" in a heartfelt way; then he slapped his palm with a "squeak" and made a crisp sound, "Wake up. Well, Mr. Zheng, I have to refuel your car tomorrow."
"Then do you think it sounds good?" Zheng Siqi pulled people into the small cubicle of the tea room. The half-closed aluminum door covered the figures of the two of them, preventing the students and teachers from outside the door who were urging and preparing to go to the stage. sight.
Qiao Fengtian was holding his hands by him, nodded up and down, "Nice."
"Do you think I'm handsome today?"
"Extremely handsome." Qiao Fengtian was afraid that he would not find it enough, so he added with sincerity, "He's so handsome that he's so handsome that he can fly."
"Hey, okay, the more you say it, the more fake it will appear." Zheng Siqi lowered his head, "Do you like it?"
Qiao Fengtian smiled. After thinking for a moment, he opened his mouth. He didn't say a word, and then turned his head to laugh, "Why do you like to ask difficult... indescribable questions so much?"
"I asked you if you liked the song, but I didn't ask if you liked me. Is it difficult to answer?"
"I like the song."
"What about that person?"
"… "
also like it.
If the ideal is far from life, and you are temporarily shackled and cannot get rid of it, then put him in singing or dreams in your spare time for the time being.
When the graduation performance was about to end, Zheng Siqi, who returned to the arena with Qiao Fengtian, was dragged back to the stage by the graduates, and was forced to set sail with their group of hairs before they grew up, and sang together with the children of Jianghu. A song "My Sky", full of joy, and the group of demons danced wildly. The wireless microphones were passed one by one, each person said a sentence, and the tune went all the way to the second aunt's house, and some men and women stepped on the rhythm, but they were quickly covered by the clamor and jubilation echoing on and off the stage.
At the end, more than 20 colorful flower tubes were placed on the stage. Accompanied by the sound of “cracking” and the school song of Lee University, the flower tubes that flew to the top immediately scattered into colorful tapes of paper and slowly fell. Qiao Fengtian stood in the crowd standing under the stage applauding, and saw many graduates forming a group, waiting in line to hug Zheng Siqi.
Zheng Siqi hugged the girl in a gentlemanly manner, neither on his shoulders nor on his waist, but with one hand behind his back and the other rubbing the back of the other's head like an elder. He was too tall, and Qiao Fengtian saw that the girls had their feet on their feet, and Zheng Siqi kept hunched over and said something in everyone's ear.
Is it to say "Don't go to the light of time", or "hurry up and find a boyfriend", Qiao Fengtian couldn't hear clearly, he could only see that some girls grinned happily after listening to it, while others simply pouted. Crying while covering her nose. At this time, Zheng Siqi would very gently remove a few paper flowers from their heads, and then rub the top of their hair.
Qiao Fengtian was touched in the soft depths of his heart, pinched the tip of his nose, and frowned. He took out the mobile phone in his pocket and pointed it at Zheng Siqi on the stage. Looking at the moment through the screen, the inexplicably surging emotions seem to be well restrained.
Zheng Siqi captured Qiao Fengtian's shot almost like a consonant, facing a general reverse direction below the stage, compared to V, closed his left eye, and stuck out his tongue. In such a short moment, it is extraordinarily three-dimensional and vivid.
Qiao Fengtian broke down with a "puchi" from the bottom, and quickly reached out and quickly clicked the shutter to take a snapshot. Once the film came out, he stared at the phone screen for five minutes and kept laughing in the crowd - it's good to use it as a screensaver , Mr. Zheng's once-in-a-millennium black history.
Not cute.
After accompany a group of students to clean up the venue, the night was already dark; the moon and stars were sparse, and Lida deliberately poked tears and made people feel uneasy, and was playing a song "Farewell" by Li Shutong on the radio. Qiao Fengtian waited at the door with a dressing box, watching the tall pale yellow street lamps standing in two rows beside the road, pulling the shadows of the students who passed by one after another into a narrow and long way, and passed them forward one by one.
When Zheng Siqi took Mao Wanjing and a few students out of the side door, the glasses had been replaced by his own - Qiao Fengtian saw that he couldn't focus in the tea room, and he had to hang the glasses on the tip of his nose in order to pretend to look at him affectionately. From the looks, you know that it is simply a pair of flat mirrors, and it is easy to pretend to be coercive.
"The waist is useless." Mao Wanjing took off the tag around her neck and threw it into her bag, "It's rare that my husband doesn't work overtime today, it's impossible to make a baby."
Several students listened and laughed secretly from behind.
"Ouch." Zheng Siqite frowned in disgust and smiled, "You cold-hearted, if you say it nicely, you call it out-of-thought, and if you say it badly, you call it a female hooligan."
"Where are you going, right?" Mao Wanjing smacked his lips at him with contempt, "The students in your class still treat you as a goddess, how handsome you are, I don't know you yet? One?"
"I'm not a bit higher than yours?" Zheng Siqi pressed Qiao Fengtian's shoulder.
"You can pretend to be more aggressive than me." Mao Wanjing rolled up the lecture manual in her hand and patted Zheng Siqi on the back lightly, "Five people and six people, hey! Xiao Qiao brother, you don't have to. According to his current appearance, I tell you that he smokes, is lazy and can't cook, and the five good figures are fake! Don't believe it!"
Qiao Fengtian glanced at Mao Wanjing, and then at Zheng Siqi, smiled and nodded, "I almost know that."
Qiao Fengtian seems to be more arrogant, or more superior, maybe he can raise his chin a little bit - I know, of course, better than you know. The desire for monopoly is often irreversible, and can only be suppressed, pretending to be calm and indifferent. However, if it is possible, who doesn't want the person they like to be the only special in front of them
No solution, be considerate.
After saying goodbye to the students in the dormitory in the southern district, the three of them walked to the parking lot. Zheng Siqi asked Mao Wanjing how to respond and if she wanted to drive, but Mao Wanjing waved her hand and refused, saying that her husband would pick it up. As I got off the elevator and entered Zone C, I saw a private car inside with its low beams on and honked its horn.
Mao Wanjing lifted her satchel and waved at the person in the cab, "Here!"
The man saw it, pushed the seat belt, pushed down the door, and walked straight towards the three of them. Zheng Siqi hadn't seen Zhang Yichuan for a long time, and looked thinner, with a layer of light blue on the lower eyelid under the frame. Smiling and nodding, he said hello, "Your daughter-in-law is busy doing splits today, hurry up and take it back—"
"Snapped!"
It was suddenly interrupted, and the sound was particularly prominent in the spacious and quiet parking garage, and there were almost faint echoes all around. The three of them turned their attention to Qiao Fengtian behind him almost at the same time.
Qiao Fengtian was stunned. He suddenly seemed to have reacted, he hurriedly raised his eyelashes and glanced at the slightly messy and hasty glances of the three of them, and hurriedly squatted down to pick up the vanity case that had fallen to the ground. Fortunately, the lid was not opened, and the things were not scattered, so there was no embarrassment in public.
"What's wrong?" Zheng Siqi leaned over and asked in a low voice, Qiao Fengtian looked up at him, pursed his lips and shook his head without answering; Zheng Siqi frowned and pushed his glasses.
There was clearly a huge emotion in Qiao Fengtian's eyes, like watching the tide through frosted glass.
"This is... your student?" Zhang Yichuan asked politely and softly.
"Hey, brother Xiao Qiao, your little tender face is really unconvincing." Mao Wanjing couldn't help laughing, "Where is our student, Lao Zheng's friend, who was dragged by us to be a volunteer today."
"Is it."
Zhang Yichuan's eyes purposefully fell on Qiao Fengtian's downcast face.
Qiao Fengtian's expression froze visibly to the naked eye, he inadvertently stepped back half a step, lowered his head and glanced aimlessly at the tip of his shoe; in Zheng Siqi's eyes, this was his starting stance to prepare to escape. Zheng Siqi felt inexplicably nervous. At the time of Jinji Lake, the feeling of panic that he could hardly catch him came to his mind again. If there was no one, Zheng Siqi probably wouldn't restrain himself from going up and hugging him tightly.
No matter what he looks like, in the end why.
"I... I'll go to the car first..." Qiao Fengtian glanced at Zheng Siqi, "I'm sorry, let's talk first." After speaking, he turned around and walked back, obviously messy and directionless.
"Fengtian!" Zheng Siqi hurriedly followed.
"Hey, what's the matter, Old Zheng!" Mao Wanjing watched the two of them leave one after the other inexplicably, "Let's run away after being so unreasonable?!" She pushed Zhang Yichuan who was below her with her elbow, "I plan to invite you. Let's have a string together, right?"
The man shrugged and smiled noncommittally.
"Next time I invite you, you go first and see you later."
Zheng Siqi turned back and waved at them and continued to catch up. He took two steps forward and stopped abruptly for a moment. He looked back at Zhang Yichuan again. It's very strange that he can't see anything clearly from the distance, but he can definitely know that there is an almost awe-inspiring look in the other's eyes at the moment, blocking his lens.
It was as if the composure had suddenly faded, replaced by a sense of sadness. With the help from Qiao Fengtian's eyes, a subtle cause and effect was formed.
Is it
Qiao Fengtian had already turned a corner without authorization, and Zheng Siqi frowned even deeper.
Actually.
"Qiao Fengtian!"
People are no longer in the field of vision, Zheng Siqi is always afraid that he will run away alone, so he can't help shouting. But he didn't expect to turn a corner, and the man was holding a box, standing against the wall and looking at him. The back is dark and quiet.
"you… "
Qiao Fengtian walked over and hugged Zheng Siqi tightly, buried his face in his chest, muffled, "I'm sorry, I won't run around."
Zheng Siqi took a breath, held the person firmly, and pressed his forehead against the top of the other person's soft hair.
"The garage is so big, it would be troublesome to lose it."
These words seemed familiar, Qiao Fengtian heard it, and his nose was sore for the third time tonight.