Love, Expired

Zhou Hao stood at the door of the villa and "Ding Dong" rang the bell.

This is Jiang Weiyang's home. Yan Ming told him before and moved to Teacher Jiang's house. He shouldn't have troubled him, but he had no choice but to think of a way.

Without money, it's hard to do anything.

Soon, Yan Ming opened the door and smiled at Zhou Hao, "Come here?"

A smile from deep in the hormone, Zhou Hao has not seen in a long time, he stared blankly at Yan Ming for a long time.

"What stupid? Come in quickly."

"Um." Zhou Hao busied his head and changed his shoes, then glanced around and lowered his voice. "Where is Teacher Jiang?"

"He's in the study."

Zhou Hao touched a stern buttock and shouted, "Is the back open-budding?"

Yan Ming was furious: "Your boy owes it!"

Yan Ming led Zhou Hao to his bedroom on the second floor. He made a pre-emptive move and did not use his own tricks to find out how he lived in his house. The two of them have now made honest progress with Zhou Hao.

It turned out that Jiang Weiyang recently wrote a book on the diet culture of ancient emperors, mainly focusing on the Tang and Song dynasties. This project is not small and requires a lot of historical data to be studied. Yan Ming is the best of the several students he brought with him, and more importantly, he is patient and calm. Therefore, the helper's job fell on Yan Ming.

"It turned out to be this way." Zhou Hao's joking eyes shone on Yan Ming. "The helper just helped, why did you take over the wife's work? You beat your little apron."

Yan Ming mentioned that he was quite happy, pretending to be mysterious, "I tell you, Teacher Jiang is still single."

"I know."

"how do you know?"

"Everyone knows, Mr. Jiang Weiyang, a history bachelor, is a big golden bachelor." Zhou Hao looked at you so ignorantly, "Is there anything to eat, I sipped a piece of bread at night."

Speaking of which, Yan Ming remembered that the kitchen pan was still cooking and was still slowly simmering.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Yan Ming left a rushing back, "Kitchen!"

Zhou Hao also went downstairs with him. In the kitchen, Yan Ming stood busy in front of the gas stove.

"May I help you?"

"No, just fine. I cooked some porridge."

Yan Ming turned off the gas stove and gave Zhou Haosheng a bowl directly. This porridge is home. It is very sticky. Lily is mixed with millet, and lotus seeds are mixed in it. The redness of wolfberry is like a little embellishment.

"I put rock sugar. If it tastes too light, I've fried a few dishes on the table."

Zhou Hao set aside the bowl and stunned on the second floor. "Don't ask Teacher Jiang to come down and eat together. By the way, would I know if I stayed here for one night?"

"I know, I told him. He's still in the study, let's eat first."

"Little daughter-in-law," Zhou Hao muttered.

At that time, Yan Ming received a call from Zhou Hao, and knew that the boy had no money in his pocket. This was a master who had to face his life and suffer. If he hadn't done it, he would never call himself. So I didn't think about it, so I sipped it. It's just that this is someone else's home, so you have to ask the owner what you mean.

He hesitated for a long time at the door of the study, and clenched his fists, but he was afraid to knock on the door. Later, his heart was bewildered and he knocked three times.

"咚咚咚 ——" The movement of the hand against the door of the room seemed crisp and abnormal in the big silent villa.

"Come in."

Yan Ming pressed the doorknob, and Jiang Weiyang sat at the desk and looked up at him.

"What's the matter?" It was probably disturbed, and Yan Ming still heard the impatience in the tone without a wave.

"I have a classmate. I want to come here for a night ... I want to ask the teacher, okay?" Yan Ming was clearly embarrassed.

Jiang Weiyang frowned slightly, "anywhere."

Yan Ming was still at the door, and Jiang Weiyang glanced at the man's face. "It's fine."

"Oh, it's gone." Yan Ming turned his head back and quickly stepped back. "Mr. Jiang, you are busy."

The door closed ruthlessly, and Yan Ming stood outside the door for a while before going downstairs.

...

"This porridge is just right." Zhou Hao drank a whole bowl in a few sips, smashed it and sipped his mouth, "Give another bowl."

"It really makes people call." Yan Ming picked up the bowl and went to the kitchen. "Where have you been for the past two months? The phone is not answered and the information is not returned."

The three chandeliers in the restaurant were as bright as daylight, and Zhou Hao narrowed his eyes, no longer the cold light in the ward. His whispered voice was very low and very low, "Go home."

Yan Ming put the porridge in front of him, a little surprised, "Why did you suddenly want to go back? Previously, you had to go back with me during the winter vacation. I thought you would take root in city A and never return to Qingjiang ... ... "

"My mother is dead."

Yan Ming still had a lot to say, but at this time all were swallowed back to his belly. He looked at Zhou Hao, looking at the man's face under the light of the light, covered with a layer of sorrow.

It was a sorrow inherent in nature. In fact, even if they had known each other for more than ten years, he never really knew the friend. He only knew that Zhou Hao was full of thorns, and looked like a hedgehog. As long as a stranger got closer to him, he would immediately raise the thorns on his body, causing the other party's blood to flow.

After all these years, besides himself, this person is also surrounded by Jiang Yuzhen.

"Where is Jiang Yuyu? Why didn't you live with him?"

"separated."

Too many things can't be said in a few words, just like a few months ago, he may still feel that Zhou Hao died in the tree of Jiang Yuquan in his life. Can anyone think of it? This person also has a day tired of breaking up.

"The little wolf dog is too frustrating on the bed. I want to try another uncle. Otherwise, you give me your teacher Jiang?" Zhou Hao was joking again.

Yan Ming was so thin-skinned that he couldn't pout at him. He just poked and said, "You mustn't hit him, besides, I have nothing to do with him."

"You can rest assured. I'm not interested in the old man. It would be better to seduce him than to seduce you." After that, he narrowed his eyes with ambiguousness.

Jiang Weiyang is only eight to nine years older than them, and looks like he hasn't yet reached the age. Yan Ming didn't even think of the man in his uncle's mind, only as a knowledgeable peer. However, here is a bit of respect for the teacher.

The two were right, Jiang Weiyang didn't know when he appeared in the restaurant.

"Miss Jiang." Zhou Hao stood up and greeted.

Yan Ming was totally at a loss, and as Zhou Hao stood up, "Teacher, do you want to drink or porridge?" In this sentence, he was babbled by him.

Jiang Weiyang nodded, sitting opposite Zhou Hao, and Yan Ming hurried to the kitchen and brought him a bowl of porridge.

At this time, Zhou Hao couldn't stay anyway.

"I'm done, you two eat slowly." Zhou Hao quickly left for a reason and turned to Jiang Weiyang, "Thank you Teacher Jiang for staying one night."

Jiang Weiyang looked up at the person in front of him and asked, "Which department are you from?"

Before waiting for Zhou Hao to speak, Yan Ming immediately said for him, "He is from the medical department."

This "two couples" is really interesting, one question, one answer, dare to love him.

Seeing Jiang Weiyang not speak again, Zhou Hao asked Yan Ming's wifi password at home, then turned away.

Walking to the second floor, Zhou Hao discovered that Yan Ming did not arrange a bedroom for himself, and his luggage was left in his room. Now going downstairs to ask him must be a bit out of place, so let's sleep in his room.

Zhou Hao took a shower and found that Yan Ming had not yet gone upstairs, and was bored. Perhaps the sadness reached the extreme tonight. He pulled out his notebook from his schoolbag and updated the serial posts on Douban.

After not opening the Douban for a long time, as soon as it opened, there were countless messages reminding him that he opened it one by one. There is nothing special. He is encouraged a lot and scolded him a lot. Turned to the bottom and saw someone's reply, it was very chic, the beanie said-

"It turned out to be a very happy one, but I didn't realize it ... somehow, I suddenly thought of this lyrics, Mr. Z, I hope you are happy!"

He opened it and replied, "Thank you."

Air-conditioned room at 28 degrees Celsius. The color of the home is gray-blue. The chandeliers on the ceiling are irregular three-dimensional shapes. In addition, a large single bed with a white quilt on it.

At this moment, the notebook is squarely on the gray computer table, and he sits straight at the table, updating the four-year post-"The Years Between Me and Mr. J"

There are beginnings and ends, all kinds of cause and effect.

A lot of emotions rushed up, and in the form of characters, in the crackling sound of his crackling, he wrote a sentence to this fruitless evil.

[Last month I went back to my hometown and saw my grandparents. They were so happy. My grandmother slaughtered two hens who laid eggs at home and stewed soup for his grandson.

There I lived for a month. I go to work during the day, and at night I think about life. Most of the time, I can't figure it out, because I don't even know why I think about it. Guess what do I often think?

I'm thinking, how old are the two slaughtered hens? How many eggs did she lay? Can chicks hatch from those eggs? You must be joking me at the end of the screen, laughing at me is two hundred and fifty. Who would think of these normal people.

But I think, and I always think about it.

It's boring, many things are boring.

My mother used to say: You should have sent you to your grandparents' home in the country. In the country, you will become a child who has nothing to do.

When I was young, I always thanked this woman with prudence and gratitude. Thanks to her, I didn't become a child who did nothing.

But now, I wish I was a wild child growing up in the country. It is better to be carefree. What if I do nothing? She doesn't understand me. She can't understand me anymore in her life.

Today's post is the last one. The original intention of posting was for Mr. J, but I must have never thought that the man was so bad: he completely destroyed the redemption that I eagerly desired from a young age.

But where is the salvation in this world? People ultimately have to save themselves.

I like a lyric that is encouraged by some bean friends, just take it to the end-

It turned out to be a happy one, but I didn't realize it. 】