Love, Expired

At the end of the summer vacation, a large number of vibrant new faces flooded into A, and the once familiar faces disappeared unconsciously. After the school started, Jiang Yu was promoted to senior year, and Zhou Hao was promoted to second grade.

In September, the weather was still a little sultry. The lush trees in the school turned into a large shady area, but the heat wave still stubbornly fell down from the gaps in all directions.

It's still too hot this day.

As the 100th anniversary of the alma mater is celebrated, these days, the student union is busy preparing for the celebration, pulling banners, mobilizing students, rehearsal programs ...

Not surprisingly, Jiang Yudi should be one of the hosts.

Zhou Hao remembered the man's previous stand on the stage, a well-fitting suit, a dark red tie, and a meticulous hairstyle, which exudes the mature taste of elite men all the time.

In particular, the man's lips were deep in thought, and his mouth was closed slightly, and his brows were tightly locked. Zhou Hao could not wait to hide it, and did not want others to look at it.

In mid-September, the school gala party began in the school's auditorium. There are a total of four hosts, two men and two women, Jiang Yuzheng is one of them, and the other is a host of broadcasting host; two female hosts, one is a former school sister, I heard that it is currently a golden file of a certain capital Host, another woman ...

Zhou Hao froze.

He was sitting in the middle. Although the detailed scene on the stage was not very clear, he could still see the outline of the girl's appearance.

Too much like Cheng Zixu, the two are almost identical except for their gender differences. If it weren't for Cheng Zixu's height, he would have thought that Cheng Zixu was dressed as a woman.

The party began, first with a startling dance of drums, and then the four hosts made their debut.

Jiang Yuzheng is usually casually dressed, and he is rarely seen wearing formal clothes. At this moment, wearing a suit, a tie, a tall figure, and a fluent Mandarin, Zhou Hao couldn't move his eyes.

Many girls around them lifted up their mobile phone "Kacha Kacha" and pressed it a few times. Zhou Hao also pulled out his mobile phone from his pants pocket, looking nervous and very ritualized.

"Ka -----" Under the lens of the flash, it was his pure youth who was hardworking.

After taking the picture, he quickly put his hand on the screen, for fear that others might see him carefully.

Surrounded by students whispering and whispering, they looked around and talked back and forth. Zhou Hao, like the same sculpture, was sitting in the audience solemnly and seriously. He couldn't even blink.

If Jiang Yusong saw him, he would laugh at him, and he could imagine the disdain in the corner of his mouth.

However, the man did not have this opportunity, because he would never show his original self in front of Jiang Yuzheng, and he would hide this humbleness seriously.

"I'm going, it's so handsome!"

"I heard that it was the senior of the senior year. He won the fourth school grass, ah ah ah ah I can't breathe!"

"Anyone?" A girl asked.

"It doesn't seem to be ..." The tone was clearly uncertain.

"So handsome! No object! Mostly gay!"

"You look at humans with rotten eyes!"

Then there was a laugh, young and full of vitality.

...

But after a while, the girls started again. Sure enough, the places where the girls get together are always like sparrows, and there are endless words.

"Does the lady in the stands look good at the school flower Cheng Jing?

"Look at you sour, I think she looks so pretty!"

"It's pretty, she has a twin brother, and she's super handsome!"

Zhou Hao paused suddenly, but in the words, he learned important information-the host on the stage was called Cheng Jinghao, Cheng Zixu's sister.

No wonder it looks like this ...

Zhou Ha watched the girl carefully for a long time, almost exactly the same, and had to feel the magic of the creator.

Her mind was disturbed. Zhou Hao was sitting in the auditorium stupidly. In her eyes, there were only the petite Qianying on the stage, the younger sister ...

He sat in a row until the end of the party, and he was surprised, oh, it's over.

He hurried out of the auditorium and stood leaning against the white wall outside the auditorium, waiting for Jiang Yuyu.

After a while of work, Jiang Yu came out, and Cheng Zixu's younger sister followed. The boy was still in the same clothes on the stage, and the girl was changed. Black knitted half-sleeves and a gray tulle skirt lowered her figure to be thin and long.

Soon, the two men brushed in front of him, and Zhou Hao felt that the time had come and shouted, "Jiang Yuyu."

The two looked back at the same time, the girl had a polite smile on his face, and the boy had an unhappy look.

This is what Zhou Haole sees. Jiang Yuzhen is not happy, he is happy; Jiang Yuzhen is not happy, he is happy. They are always the other way round, and no one wants to be better with each other.

He stepped forward, not staring at the girl, but staring straight at the boy. His tone was unpredictable and ambiguous. "You haven't been home for a long time." He also deliberately reached out and straightened the tie for the boy.

The girl still had that signature smile. "Hello, my name is Cheng Jinghao." She might think she is a friend of Jiang Yuzhen.

Zhou Hao turned to Cheng Jinghao and smiled wryly, "Hello, my name is Zhou Hao, and I'm Jiang Yuyao ..." He deliberately glanced at the man beside him, and saw his frown slightly, "His friend."

Cheng Jing looked at his watch and said politely, "It's not early, let's have a meal together."

Jiang Yuzhen, who had never spoken, spoke. He was indifferent and could not see his feelings. "You go back first, I still have something to do at night." After that, he narrowed his eyes and walked away.

Zhou Haochong waved her hand. "Let's go first and have a chance to play together." Then caught up with Jiang Yuzhen.

The two left the school one by one, left and right, silently, no one ever ignored. Jiang Yuzheng invited a taxi, and Zhou Hao wanted to get in the car, but was stopped by that person.

"I go home today."

"You haven't been to me for a long time." My own paranoia has been committed again, and in a short time, he started to repeat what he had just said.

Jiang Yuzheng was sitting on the back seat. He could not see his face in the dim carriage. He only heard a sharp taunt, "Zhou Hao, you fucking!"

Zhou Hao put his head into the car and attached it to Jiang Yu's ears, and deliberately sighed, "Without you being cheap, for the sake of mother-in-law, he also approached his sister intentionally."

Jiang Yu was about to close the door, but Zhou Hao's hand was stuck on the edge of the door.

Zhou Hao also sat up behind his feet.

The driving master was obviously impatient, and his tone was a little bit punchy. "Where to go?"

"Royal Garden."

"Binjiang One."

The sound is different.

"Where the **** is it?" The driver asked with a small temper and gritted his teeth.

"Binjiang One."

This time Jiang Yuzhen didn't speak anymore. He was too aware of the temperament of the person in front of him.

"I don't like you walking with his sister."

This remark had no momentum, because Jiang Yuzheng ignored him at all.

"Is it Longfeng?"

Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows and raised his face, "Can you stop?"

"Yes, I don't speak."

Speaking of this, he still learned from Zhou Hao, which is a word that Zhou Hao often hangs on his lips.

When they were in the "two-person world", someone called me over the scenery, and Zhou Hao always murmured, "Can you stop it every day?"

Or, if Jiang Yuzheng ignores him, he will find himself a step down the stairs. "Success, I'll stop."

Habit is really a terrible thing. It can penetrate silently into words and deeds, but the parties do not know it.

Soon a taxi to Binjiang One.

Jiang Yuzheng took out his wallet and pulled out a grandpa Mao and gave it to the driver. Zhou Hao narrowed his eyes at will, and suddenly found the flat little photo.

Zhou Hao reached out and snatched the wallet. He clearly saw the two in the photo by the light coming in from outside.

The night that was originally peaceful was bound to provoke another storm.