Love, Expired

Zhou Hao knew that he was completely crazy, and his uncontrollable desire grew like a vine in his heart. On many nights of insomnia, he would float like a ghost under the second building.

Sometimes I watched the whole house and found nothing; sometimes I could see you and me, two people hugging together on the balcony.

Just now, at midnight, he saw the two men on the balcony again. They chased, laughed, and played the world, doing all the fun.

He looked up stupidly at that place, he wanted to see, what was his family doing now? Well, why not want him?

Since four years ago, he has treated Jiang Yuzhen as a family. The man led him into the apartment where he lives now, and threw the keys on the coffee table. "Your keys." He shook his eyes. Without saying anything, he reached over and took it in his pocket properly. At that time, the 22-year-old Hao Hao finally had a home.

The home is small, more than 100 square meters, and the balcony is transparent from north to south.

For the first time, the two took place in the living room between the two balconies. It was winter, and the strong wind blew hoar, without any lubrication, Jiang Yu embedded in him.

At that time, he was painful and happy, thinking cheerfully: with the entanglement in the body, the relationship will only get stronger and stronger.

He didn't want to, but he hurriedly urged that person to come over every weekend. He just wanted to drag the relationship on for a long time, so that Jiang Yuzhen could become his family completely.

Although he later understood the naive and naive of this idea, he was still full of hope and childlikeness. The longer he grew, the more he looked like a child.

For so many years, he is many years older, but he can never escape the childhood cycle. He was too eager to depend on each other, and his heart became more and more dependent on Jiang Yuquan. He didn't say anything cool, he kept screaming all the time: it was the weekend again, and he could come again.

His mother-in-law's thoughts were unreliable, and he thought for four years. Here, how much effort has been thrown into it, and how much hope has been thrown into it, what is the result? It's empty! He was thrown back into the wet little attic.

The two had a quarrel on the balcony, then Cheng Zixu ran into the living room, and Jiang Yudi followed in. It was strange, he was far away, and the light was not clear, but he could see the smile on Jiang Yuxi's face carefully.

Zhou Hao also laughed. He enjoyed the pleasure of self-torture.

He was a bit tired, leaning against the flower bed endlessly. He thought he should take advantage of the tiredness, and squint for a while. However, it was like playing a movie in his mind, all the clips of his cohabitation with Jiang Yuzhen before-

Anxiety-making, love-making, sex-dreaming after bed, what else? There is always a lifeless house, a lover who is always unhappy, and a loved one who never gets a response ...

Zhou Hao shook his hand, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and shrank a spot.

Taking a deep breath, the richness of nicotine's entrance masked his shallow coolness. He grinned again deliberately, and the laughter was choked into his throat in a depressive manner, without whimpering.

The burning sensation in his throat was like a fire coming out of the ground.

Laughing and laughing, the fire finally spit out-spit out, and he cried without image. Deeper in the middle of the night, like a lunatic running out of a mental hospital, he wandered around the flower bed in June and cried.

"You ruined me! You ruined me ..." Zhou Hao vented frantically in his heart.

His eccentric mother ruined his childhood and youth. He was like a lonely child who was always looking for redemption while carrying the cross. He thought Jiang Yuzheng was the one who could redeem him. As a result, after so many years of entanglement, the man kicked him into hell.

A woman has a good daughter, and a man has a lover who has been in love for many years. They want to enjoy the love in the world, and they no longer care about him.

Gradually, the hot sorrow turned into strong hatred. Somehow, like a tornado, it blew into his heart, rolled down the houses and trees on his heart, and took away everything that was peaceful.

However, the wind comes fast and goes fast. The hatred faded away, and it turned into a sadness of resentment.

The cigarettes of the fingers burned in circles, leaving only a short section. Zhou Hao took another one out of his pocket. He put it in his mouth and shook his hand to cut open the lighter. The cigarette burned again, and when he swallowed the cloud, he looked up at the building again.

There was a dark piece inside, and nothing was visible. No, in the dim eyes, he saw two intertwined moaning-body-body, they touched each other, kissed each other, and finally embedded with love ...

"Nausea—" He dropped half of the cigarette in his hand, then lay on the edge of the flower bed, vomiting hard.

Zhou Hao couldn't stand it anymore, he rushed to the door of Cheng Zixu's house and rang the bell hard. The ringing bell echoed in the quiet corridor at night, a little weird.

This time Jiang Yuzheng opened the door. He was wearing grey pajamas, eyes staring coldly at Zhou Hao in front of him.

"Have you made enough trouble!"

Zhou Hao unloaded his pride and arrogance, and looked at Jiang Yuxuan aggrieved, "My husband, I can't sleep ..."

"Zhou Hao, no matter how you are, everyone is tired."

He didn't seem to understand Jiang Yuzheng's words, and said with a deep voice in his mouth, "I can't sleep, I feel bad ..."

At this time, Cheng Zixu came out from the inside, also the same gray pajamas.

Zhou Hao suddenly felt animosity, raised his foot and kicked Jiang Yuyan again, and turned and fled.

Back to where he lived, Zhou Hao went into the bathroom, showering like a needle, washing his body. He closed his eyes and rubbed everything he could reach with his fingers, trying to scrub away the last marks left by Jiang Yuzhen.

Over and over again, the masochism is common, the skin is rubbed red, and under the wash of transparent warm water, it shows a seductive red. The white skin was red and very clean.

He is no longer the dirty kid in school uniform in the southern town.

After washing for about half an hour without shower gel, he dried himself and entered the room.

Confused and helpless, walk barefoot on the bright, solid wood floor. At this moment, he regretted it. He didn't wipe it off. He wanted to leave these marks.

Zhou Hao fell on the big bed that the two had made-love many times before, using his nose to sniff the smell of that person, and then wrapped the quilt tightly on his body.

That night, he was wrapped in a quilt, leaning on the bedside, and fell asleep. In the dream, he dreamed about his father, put him on his neck, and showed off in all directions. "This is my Haohao, this is my little Haohao!" He grinned and grinned. , Showing a missing front tooth.

Emotions that cannot be pinned can only be sent to the dead under Huang Quan.

Zhou Hao, who woke up the next day, had dark eyes, messy hair, and the quilt slipped unconsciously. He was awake from the cold, the temperature on his forehead was hot, and he knew he had a fever.

He is a medical student and his physical health problems have always been easy to solve. For ordinary minor illnesses, he knows whether they are serious or not, whether they need to go to the hospital or just take some medicine.

He still went to the hospital today, and the fluid was introduced into the body from a vein and flowed slowly. He stared at the infusion bottle for a long time, he felt the flow of it, felt the cleansing in his body. Slowly and more comfortable, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

After playing for a while, by the time he woke up, the needle on the back of his hand had been pulled out, a piece of adhesive tape was attached to it, and the adhesive tape was torn off. The place where the needle had been punctured was not bleeding. He got up and walked out of the infusion room and headed for the clinic exit.

There used to be a boy here, holding a lot of food, and chasing him into his arms. It's gone now.