Love, Expired

As the year was approaching, the tree branches in the community also began to illuminate, with small red lanterns full of trees, and the security doors of every household were also affixed with the word "fu". These days, supermarkets are like no money, people are crowded, and many things are sold out. There are obviously fewer pedestrians on the streets, all the students on the winter vacation have returned home, and the office workers in Beibu have all returned to the New Year.

This is Zhou Hao's sixth year in City A. For him, the Spring Festival is a rare and ordinary day of 365 days. It is nothing special.

The apartment of more than 100 square meters was empty and very deserted, and there was no Chinese New Year atmosphere.

The last talk that didn't last seemed to give Jiang Yu the courage to break the dead net. He seemed to have the heart to draw a line with Zhou Hao. Except for changing clothes, those documents and books used in the office were moved out, while they were away when they were away.

Zhou Hao went to the jewelry store a while ago and bought a pair of rings. He planned to have one for each person, but he never met Jiang Yuzheng and had no chance to send it out.

The old drama repeats itself. Zhou Hao learned three years ago and stopped him at the door of his villa.

The winter in the north is extremely cold, and the wind is cold, just like a stinging needlepoint. It can be blown into the skin through the slit of clothes.

Zhou Hao put on a down jacket and covered her mouth and nose with a scarf, still feeling cold. He stomped his hands and tried to relieve the cold with the heat in his mouth.

Standing outside for an hour stupidly, until Jiang Yuzhen's mother found his existence, and kindly asked him if he was looking for something?

Zhou Hao was too cold, his nose was red, and his jaw was trembling. "Hello aunt, I'm Jiang Yuxuan's classmate. I have a problem with him."

In a short sentence, I felt that the heat stored in the body was almost gone.

"Why don't you knock on the door? I see you have been standing at the door for a long time, come in quickly, it's strangely cold outside."

Going in, the villa was covered with floor heating. Zhou Hao calmed down from the frozen mind. He took off his thick down jacket and hung it in the closet at the entrance.

Mother Jiang enthusiastically entertained Zhou Hao.

"Yu Zheng also came back later. I asked my aunt to cook a few more dishes and stayed here for dinner."

Zhou Hao wrapped his hands around the hot porcelain cup and smiled politely, "Thank you Auntie."

"What's it called?"

"My name is Zhou Hao."

Jiang's mother smiled mildly, and her eyebrows and Jiang Yuzhen actually had seven or eight points. Sure enough, his son followed his mother.

"You sit and I'll go and see in the kitchen."

This is the first time Zhou Hao came to Jiang Yu's home. He looked around. The villa has three floors, with European-style decoration, simple and clean, and a spiral staircase in the middle. Above it should be the study and bedroom.

At about seven o'clock, Jiang Yuzhen returned. Zhou Hao turned his head to look at the man changing shoes at the door, every move he saw in his eyes.

Jiang Yuzhen first removed the outer coat, and the straight suit inside, and then opened the tight tie at will. He acted casually and lazily, but he paused suddenly when he saw Zhou Hao.

His eyes also changed from calm and calm to hostile alert, as if the pores in his body were all tense, and they resisted the enemy in front.

The big living room is only two of them.

"Why are you here?" The alert was put away, and his head and face were questioned.

"You don't come to me, so I have to come to you." Zhou Haoman whispered.

Jiang Yu lifted his feet and sat beside Zhou Hao. The sofa immediately fell into a large piece.

"Go out!"

"Your mother asked me to stay for dinner."

Jiang Yuzheng pulled him out and pulled him out, but Zhou Hao was like a mountain, sitting still on the sofa, half a step away.

The two were deadlocked, and Jiang's mother happened to be here.

"Go wash your hands and get ready to eat."

At this meal, Jiang Yuyi ate completely boring. Zhou Hao was very happy and chatted with Jiang's mother.

"It's the first time a classmate has come to the house, and Yu Yu is not in the same group. Xiao Zhou, you can take him to play more."

Zhou Haocat gave Jiang Yuxian a glance and responded with a smile. "Of course, I like to play with Yuxian."

After dinner, Jiang's mother insisted that Jiang Yudi send his classmates away. Jiang Yudi only sent Zhou Hao to his doorstep and wanted to close the door.

Jiang mother came over, first accusing her son of being ignorant, and then commanding him, "You drive Xiao Zhou back."

Jiang Yuzhen had no choice but to take the car key. It's not far away and it's fast.

On the No. 1 Riverside, Jiang Yuzhen dropped Zhou Hao directly at the gate of the community. Both looked at the windowpane without any movement.

"Rely on it?"

Zhou Hao unfastened the seat belt, pulled out a box from the down jacket's pocket, and then picked up a small sterling silver ring from the box, with a solemn and solemn expression,

"For you."

Jiang Yuxi narrowed his eyes a little, and didn't reach out to pick it up, "Do you know what Dong Shixiao is?"

Zhou Hao's heart was cold, and he held his breath and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I don't understand. I don't know how to go back to Baidu."

Zhou Hao forcedly grabbed Jiang Yuzhen's hand, and went to his ring finger to slap him up and down, and it took a long time to finally set it on. Before the ring was hot, Jiang Yu immediately pulled it out and threw it out of the window.

"I thought I told you enough last time!"

Zhou Hao's gaze fell on the ground as the ring was parabolic, then he pulled the car door and went to the ground to find the ring.

With his head bowed and lowly, Jiang Yuxi looked inexplicably irritable and drove away.

The ring was not found, Zhou Hao had to walk home lonely, he severely removed the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and left it in the grass of the community.

On New Year's Eve three days later, Zhou Hao was alone at home, and all the food was bought, waiting to be cooked.

As in previous years, except for a blessing from Yan Ming, the phone never turned on. At home, he didn't count on him. He had been away for years and his mother never called him.

Zhou Hao plugged the induction cooker, prepared a large pot for random stew, and then ignited the cooking pot.

Suddenly, the mobile phone “squeaked”, and Zhou Hao picked up the phone. It was a message from Sun Yiwen—

"Happy Year of the Rooster!"

Zhou Hao remembered that the boy had said that he would not go home this Chinese New Year this year and stayed in city A.

"Anyone?"

"Yes."

"Let's spend a year together, Unit 501, Unit 5, Building 5, Binjiang"

Sun Yiwen cleared up for a while, and went out in a hurry.

On New Year's Eve, the streets were unusually quiet, and the traffic and traffic on weekdays disappeared. It took less than half an hour to get to the door of Zhou Hao's house by taxi.

Sun Yiwen was a bit cautious. Standing in front of Zhou Hao, the cold red twins in the cold weather were steamed by the heating in the room, his face flushed.

"Don't stop me," Zhou Hao walked around him and went to the kitchen to get the dishes.

The TV in the living room was still showing the Spring Festival Gala, and the festive movements stimulated Zhou Hao's eardrums.

"Go, move the pot to the coffee table, I'll find an outlet."

So they sat on the rug and watched the Spring Festival Gala around the hot pot.

"Why didn't you go back after the New Year?"

Sun Yiwen was supportive and didn't want to say much.

Zhou Hao saw it, and turned his words, "I made this sauce, is it right? What is the taste?"

Sun Yiwen is very well-behaved and must answer questions, "It's delicious."

Zhou Hao looked at Sun Yiwen and stared for a long time.

"Why ... how?" Sun Yiwen touched his mouth, for fear that he might have some meat sauce on his meal.

"Have you ever done anything?"

Sun Yiwen showed the previous ambiguity again. He seemed to say, "No ..." Actually, Zhou Hao didn't listen too clearly.

"You should be popular with girls."

Sun Yiwen lowered his head, as if a little embarrassed.

"She's so skinny."

"What about you? Have you ever been the subject?"

Zhou Hao froze, raising an eyebrow and asking, "What do you think?"

"I can't see it."

"Passed, being, but ... it's a boyfriend."

Sun Yiwen plugged a meatball with his mouth wide, and then swallowed suddenly. The hot meatball slid across the esophagus of the throat and felt a hot iron. It hurt, and his brows frowned.

"You don't believe it."

"No ... no." His head shook like a rattle.

Zhou Hao's **** looks like a squinting fox. He raised his mobile phone in his hand. "You don't believe it, I'll call you."

As soon as the call was connected, Zhou Hao's eyes were also wet. How sad, he was like the clown jumping up and down, desperately trying to prove to others, what did he prove? ——

He has a boyfriend.

"Husband, Happy New Year." After Zhou Hao said this, he quickly snapped his phone off.

He yelled at Sun Yiwen and said, "Look, I have a boyfriend."

Sun Yiwen didn't say anything, just looked down and ate the dishes in the bowl. There was a strange emotion that affected both of them at the same time, neither of them said anything.

The sound of firecrackers outside, banging after banging, and the hot pot boiled, and the festive sounds on the TV were intertwined and circling in the quiet living room ...