Love, Expired

When receiving a call from his stepfather, Zhou Hao was lying in an extremely low-temperature air-conditioned room, with a quilt all over his body, a Brahma in the room, and curtains covering the outside light strictly.

Depressed atmosphere, desperate situation, and a poor man with a helpless heart.

The stepfather's phone was short: "Your mother is ill, hurry home."

Zhou Hao then slowly opened the quilt, lazily packed his luggage home, and bought tomorrow's train ticket. It was a hard seat.

Six years later, he is finally going back.

On the chairs in the waiting room, there are rows of tired people, men and women, all sorts of colors, each with their mobile phones in their hands, or two or three people groaning together, popping out of their mouths, harsh and noisy ...

Zhou Hao closed his eyes wearily and leaned on the chair, he felt very tired.

It didn't take long before the ticket was checked in.

In the carriage, everyone was busy putting luggage, and people who were interspersed in the aisle, one after another, always had physical friction.

No. 062 of the 10th car. A middle-aged woman was seated on the seat, holding a child three or four years old.

Zhou Hao shook the ticket in his hand, "Please let me know, this is my seat." Then Zhou Hao raised his hand and put the box on the luggage rack.

The middle-aged woman smiled heartily, and was a little sorry, "Little brother, look at me and still have a child. I got off the next stop, and soon," and then teased the child in her arms, "Come, hit uncle Hello."

Zhou Hao expressed expressionlessly: "This is my seat, please let me go."

The woman's face was obviously bad, and she muttered something in her mouth, hugged the child and stood up, standing upright next to the seat. Zhou Hao knew that this woman was intentional, so he didn't care, and closed his eyes and rested.

In the noisy environment, he couldn't sleep at all, but squinted a little to rest. What flashed in his mind was the scene where he took a train from Qingjiang to City A six years ago, but it was almost the same as it is now, very messy and noisy.

Return? Still home? He doesn't have much sense of hometown. It seems that in this life he has been drifting around and cannot escape the wandering life.

Three days later, the train arrived in Qingjiang, and Zhou Hao went straight to Qingjiang County Hospital.

Two hours late ... only two hours late ...

His mother died during the rainy season in the south.

The hallway of the hospital was full of the smell of disinfection water. The terrazzo floor in the 1980s looked dirty and broken at the moment. Inside the ward was Li Hengting's sharp choked throat.

He looked in between the door slits, and his mother was lying on the bed of white flowers, the pink woman in that dream, but her belly was now flat.

Zhou Hao slowly paralyzed along the wall, buried his head between his legs, and kept scratching his hands with his hands, scratching his hair.

For a long time, he stopped all movements, pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket, entered a long list of numbers in memory, and the screen displayed "骞 骞".

The phone rang for a long time and finally got connected over there.

Silent confrontation.

The sadness and pain were overwhelmed, and he shouted with a rough throat, "Jiang Yu."

...

KTV's loud voice, roaring with indulgence, and being filled with a few bottles of wine, Jiang Yuquan felt his head swell slightly. He leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest, his face was flushed with alcohol.

He probably had a headache. He changed several postures and felt uncomfortable. His eyes were half-open and half-stuck. He looked at the group of people in front of him.

Suddenly, the phone on the coffee table rang, accompanied by a "humming" vibration.

He leaned over and picked up the phone. It was a string of numbers. He didn't remember it deliberately, and he knew who it was. For a month, sure enough, the man couldn't help it.

Unconsciously a little bit of comfort, a month of inexplicable tense nerves relaxed slightly, he slid the unlock button with his thumb, and then stuck the phone to the eardrum.

Tightly, he wanted to hear what the person on the phone was talking about.

silence……

For a long time, the man called his name.

He wriggled his lips and just wanted to ask indifferently, what's the matter?

Here, Tian Bin shouted aloud, "Yu Xun, your sister-in-law is drunk, come here quickly!"

Jiang Yuzhen quickly covered the handset of the mobile phone. He didn't want the people on the phone to hear it.

What does it look like? It was as if the husband was cheating outside, and the main room called to ask him what time he was going home.

When he stuck the phone to his ear again, there was already a busy tone of "beep—"

The man still heard.

Jiang Yuzheng ignored Tian Bin. He was waiting for the phone to ring again. According to Zhou Hao's previous temperament, he would definitely call back and ridicule him. He waits again. He stepped out of the booth and looked for a slightly quieter corner, waiting for the phone.

Standing for half an hour, the phone never lights up ...

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Zhou Hao pressed the phone, leaned against the gray wall, and slumped on the ground. He felt inexplicably depressed, felt a cigarette and lit one, and buried his head to spit the smoke. The nurse on duty came quickly.

"Sir, you can't smoke here."

He looked up, helpless and scarlet eyes, looking at the young nurse in front of him. He squeezed his cigarette **** in his palm and cut off the flame in the cigarette.

At this moment, I don't know which nerve he touched. Zhou Hao's eyes had been brewing for a long time, and he could no longer hold back. He burst into tears, crying in the presence of a strange girl, without image.

His nose and tears mixed together, and he cried for a long time in the air cavity. At this moment, he breathed in his throat and started to cough violently again.

The little nurse was an intern and probably had fewer faces to see. Then she was scared and walked back to the duty desk.

He stood up against the wall, slowly walked into the ward, and stood in front of his dead mother.

The concealment that had been hidden for more than ten years was brought to the grave with the death of this woman. He could not get the explanation he wanted all his life, and he was a weird child in the wet season in the south.

His stepfather didn't talk to him, nor did his half-blooded sister talk to him. They hugged together and realized the painful life in the world. They are the comfort of each other's hearts, and their loved ones fused with each other.

What about him? He became an outright orphan because of the eccentric woman lying on the bed.

Permanent death, he looked up at the fluorescent lamp on the top, and there were no pink women in the dazzling white. He twitched his mouth, and the corners of his mouth curved reluctantly.

Uncle Li was doing the things behind his mother. According to the customs here, the house was set up for two days, and the third day he was taken to the crematorium. Many people find it troublesome and have eliminated the tedious procedures. Uncle Li is an old-school person, believe this, and follow the rules.

On the day of the funeral, it was good weather. It was a stiff corpse when it was taken away, and it was already white and gray when it came back. He held his mother's ashes and returned to his home six years ago.

Throughout the process, he didn't shed a tear and didn't whine. He was indifferent like a stranger with no blood relationship, but at night, he was lying in that little attic, and his cold face shed tears silently.

His mother is dead ... his eccentric mother is dead ...

The old wound of the old came at this moment, and trapped him in a heavy bag.

He couldn't bear the cigarette, and his thoughts gradually dissipated, and he ordered another, and his crying flew a little bit, one by one ...

Without sleep overnight, Zhou Hao smoked a pack of cigarettes.

The next day, his stepfather called him aside, carrying a bulging yellow envelope in his hand.

"Tingting has been making up lessons and learning piano all these years, and your mother hasn't saved much money. This illness almost cost the family savings. I still have 10,000 yuan in my hand. Find somewhere ... find a house to live in. "

Zhou Hao didn't reach out to pick it up. "You keep the money yourself."

The relationship is warm and cold, and he has tasted it since he was a kid. Since his mother is dead, this so-called stepdad has nothing to do with him. The stepfather now speaks these words of "passing off the guest", Zhou Hao can understand, in fact, he did not even want to stay in this "home".

There wasn't much of him in that attic, it was all school textbooks, and a few old season clothes. Zhou Hao picked them up, ready to pack and throw them away, but at the top of the mahogany cabinet, he saw a collection of albums.

He turned page by page, there were father, mother, and Xiao Haohao.

Zhou Hao blinked hard, but his eye circles were still red. He took one from the old-fashioned photo album and stared at it carefully. The family in the photo was three.

Dad hugged the child, and mom stood aside in the fashionable clothes of that era.

Tears couldn't help but he sat down beside the bed and gently touched the surface of the photo. The old-fashioned photo was yellowed and frosty.

In the photo of himself, a handful of small yellow hair on top of his head smiled to show two baby teeth, and the chubby took a toy pistol in his hand.

"I have one left, I have one ..." he whispered, saying twice.

Finally, he put the photo back in place, hesitated for a while, or threw the album into the trunk.