Chapter 481: Warm Poetry Under the Indifferent Appearance
At 5:30 in the afternoon, Baifeng's father poked his head out of the kitchen and asked, "What do you want to eat?" This tall and thin man's surname was Qi, Qi Juezhi. His daughter took her mother's surname. This father became less and less important.
, or even just provide a place to eat.
Zou Jiaqi was a little panicked, "I won't stay for dinner. I'll leave later."
During the twenty-six minutes and fifty seconds just now, he was on pins and needles. He regretted that he should have followed him to the squad leader's house in a daze. The atmosphere was so embarrassing.
The most terrifying thing was that among the four people in the room, he was the only one who felt uncomfortable and suddenly seemed to be isolated. Lu Zhengkang and the squad leader were doing their own homework and could even exchange a few words with each other as if nothing had happened. Mr. Qi had been hiding.
Dinner was being prepared in the kitchen, and the aroma of hot rice wafted out from the crack in the door, filling the entire living room.
The little chatterbox is now afraid, greedy and depressed. He is afraid of this embarrassing situation, is greedy for other people's food, and is depressed that he cannot speak. It is really uncomfortable.
[Zou Jiaqi: Ask me what I think? I just regret it, very much!]
When Bai Feng heard the words of the chatterbox, he raised his head. She was still sitting upright, but her neck was slowly twisted and her movements were even. Her gaze was like a pillar of cold air, hitting Zou Jiaqi's face little by little.
[Zou Jiaqi: Monitor, are you a robot? How scary! 】
Mr. Qi tried to persuade him to stay, "Oh, I'll just stay and have a meal together. It's no problem. Just send an email to your family and let me know. I'll give it to you after you finish studying."
Zou Jiaqi: "Thank you, uncle, but... uh, okay, okay." Goosebumps almost appeared on his face.
Lu Zhengkang said loudly: "Thank you, uncle, I want to eat braised pork!"
Mr. Qi was stunned for a moment, "Is it braised pork? It's too late. It has already been made into stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots."
"I also like fried pork with bamboo shoots, thank you uncle!"
Lu Zhengkang's careless look made Zou Jiaqi's eyelids twitch. When Mr. Qi withdrew his head back to the kitchen, the chatterbox immediately leaned into Lu Zhengkang's ear and whispered, "When are we leaving?"
"Would you like to go after eating?" Lu Zhengkang also replied softly. He noticed Baifeng's gaze moving over, so he raised his head to meet her gaze. The squad leader still looked serious, just pursed his lips. At this time
Only then did Lu Zhengkang realize that she had some baby fat on her cheeks, like a little hamster.
Classmate Xiaolu gave a toothy smile, which was very formulaic, "What's the matter? Have you encountered a problem?"
Bao Feng: "I'm wondering why you're not sad."
"Sad? Because you refused to help me? Then I am indeed a little sad," he turned his pen, "but that's really it. The band is not a band, but I just find something to do for myself. If it can make my uncle happy,
Of course a little bit is good, but if you can’t, then it doesn’t matter.”
Zou Jiaqi tilted his head, "No, shouldn't you give some inspiring speeches at this time to impress the squad leader and get him to join the band?"
Lu Zhengkang: "...You should pay less attention to the ones that are there and not there. I'm so stunned that the monitor doesn't want to join. Do I have to force her to do it?" He dropped the pen, raised his right hand to hold his head, and looked at her.
Facing the window of the living room, those potted fruits have lush stems and leaves, decorated with the golden-red twilight, which is quite pyrotechnic.
He whispered: "Besides, Su Xiangli proposed the band, and she is the one who talked about it."
Bao Feng: "Whatever she wants, will you help her?"
"Of course, I said I would help her for the rest of my life." Xiaolu smiled, "You know." He turned his head slightly and looked at Baifeng, but he unconsciously poured out his tender affection. The girl was calm and just responded.
Like a mirror lake reflecting the stars and moon.
[Zou Jiaqi: I feel so redundant.]
Bao Feng: "Is there love between you two?" She was extremely looking forward to it, and she couldn't help but love everything elegant.
Lu Zhengkang: "...I don't know."
Zou Jiaqi: "What's this? I just love you. How can I not know that you don't like Su Xiangli?"
Lu Zhengkang straightened his back, "That's not it. Like is not love. The degree is different. Like can be said, but love cannot be said casually."
Zou Jiaqi: "Is it so mysterious..." He was a little intimidated by Lu Zhengkang's momentum for a moment. After receiving the baptism of the love saint's words, he suddenly felt that his view of love had improved by leaps and bounds.
Bai Feng held his face reservedly, looking unprecedentedly happy, but this joy was not very strong. In Lu Zhengkang's eyes, this girl, who was as sad as a lilac, seemed to gently turn the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and shed a little light.
Brilliant rain. Such a style is really rare to see, and it is hard for people to believe that such a style appears in Baifeng.
Zou Jiaqi was fascinated by what she saw. The squad leader's eyes were flying around. The cold air that penetrated her bones disappeared without a trace. There was only the warm spring breeze. The poems and books she read now came alive, breaking through the rigid body and cushioning her soul.
, the skin has peeled off and the bones have changed. It wasn't until Bao Feng's eyes rested on him for a moment that Zou Jiaqi lowered his head with a red face.
Bo Feng shook his head and chanted: "Lighting a lamp at the bottom of the well, deep in the candlelight, we can play chess together. Do you know that the exquisite dice and red beans are attached to each other?"
Zou Jiaqi trembled again. Are you talking about me or Lu Zhengkang?
Lu Zhengkang heard the poem and found it very satisfying, so he laughed happily. At this time, the kitchen door opened, and Mr. Qi called on the children to clear the table. He laid out a home-cooked dinner that was neither rich nor shabby. It was time to eat.
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After the meal, Baifeng picked up the well-fed dog and sent the two male classmates out, all the way back to the station.
When the three of them arrived, Lu Zhengkang and Bao Feng were silent, while Zou Jiaqi loved to talk. When the three of them left, Lu Zhengkang and Bao Feng were chatting happily, but Zou Jiaqi particularly controlled his words.
When saying goodbye, Baifeng apologized to Lu Zhengkang, "I really can't help you with the band matter. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I can't. I'm really sorry."
Lu Zhengkang suddenly received an email. While comforting the squad leader, he took out his mobile phone to check it.
The email was quite long, and the sender was Su Xiangli. She said that she had found the band members, and that a music teacher would be responsible for the band's training. There would be a music festival during the summer vacation, and they could try to participate.
"Oh ho, that's it, the band is here."
…
Baifeng took the dog to his mother's house.
The woman asked her, "Are those two boys looking for you or your father today?"
"Looking for me and wanting me to be the drummer in the band."
"You don't agree?"
"No." Bao Feng's face was expressionless, and her mother was also expressionless.
"That's good. At this stage, you should focus on studying. You can go to your bedroom to take online classes while I go to work. Has Zongzong been fed?" The woman's life pattern is opposite to that of her family. She stays up day and night, Lu Zhengkang and the others saw
She thought walking the dog was a walk after dinner, but actually for a woman, it was a morning exercise.
"Hey." Zongzong is the Chihuahua.
"Well, that's good. You have to return it to others in two days. Don't go hungry." The woman packed her bag and went out.
The door closed, and the night enveloped Baifeng deeply. Only then did she realize that she had been chatting with her mother for so long, and no one thought to turn on the light.
