Love, Expired

Very late, Zhou Hao had taken a shower and was ready to sleep. The phone on the bedside table rang and "Wenwen" was displayed on the screen.

The noisy bell rang for ten seconds in the cubicle at night before Zhou Hao pressed the answer button.

"Lao Zhou, I won't go back today ..." Sun Yiwen said carefully.

"With you." Zhou Hao pressed the phone.

At 10:30 in the evening, the ceiling lamp on the ceiling gave out a faint white light, and Zhou Hao's sight could not help but cast in. It's been a long time since he has seen the lights so seriously.

Looking up, his neck felt a little bit sour, and he looked down gradually. Then he saw a television in the bedroom that had never been turned on. On the black screen, there are several post-it notes, all of which are Sun Yiwen's masterpieces—

"Smoking is not allowed more than twice a week!"

"eat on time!"

"Don't drink ice cold!"

...

Actually, it ’s not just TV sets. Everywhere there is a blank space has been so badly ruined by Sun Yiwen, including wardrobes, cabinets, refrigerators, and bathroom mirrors ...

Zhou Hao got up, tore off these obscure post-it notes, kneaded them into a ball, and threw them into the trash.

Quit smoking for many months and suddenly committed it. Footsteps were floating, blood was boiling with hungry factors, and Zhou Hao couldn't find a cigarette when he went through the house. Finally, he put on his down jacket and rushed out, went to a nearby supermarket and bought a pack of cigarettes.

He didn't care about the coldness around him, he tore open the cigarette case and smoked one while standing outside. Nicotine entered, and he seemed to be comforting for a moment.

After pumping half a pack, Zhou Hao didn't notice Ling Zhi's chill, and he walked back slowly until his legs became stiff.

I had a good time like this hopeless life. You have to get in. I'm used to you, and you pushed me back to the previous days.

You can just toss me, you can toss as much as you want. I'm **** crazy, you don't need to worry about me.

"Sun Yiwen, you are **** even more than Jiang Yuzheng ..." On the street in the middle of the night, Zhou Haozhen looked like a ghost who could not find his way.

Back home, it's almost twelve. The temperature difference between inside and outside is large, and the glass windows are full of regular and orderly water droplets. Zhou Hao extended his index finger to make a mark, and the coldness of his fingertips made him awake much.

His head was very swollen, and it was probably another insomnia. In fact, he hasn't lost sleep for a long time. It's just that old problems have been committed again these days.

Two orange cats have fallen asleep, nesting in their sleeping bags. This is what Sun Yiwen bought on Taobao a while ago. The cotton wool material was rolled into the shape of a small house.

Zhou Hao looked at the kittens and took them to his bedroom with his sleeping bag. Then he went to do laundry, mop the floor, and clean the furniture.

When people get busy, there are fewer things in their heads.

When he was busy with the work at hand, Zhou Hao returned to the room, whether it was furniture or television, it seemed to have changed. The smooth surface is too clean and there is nothing at all.

"It doesn't look good ..." Zhou Hao muttered. Then he sat down at his desk and wrote countless post-it notes with a pen.

"Haohao, stop smoking!"

"Haohao, eat on time!"

"Haohao, you don't have a good stomach. Don't eat anything that's cold!"

...

These exhortations came from his father, his grandparents from his countryside, but he did not have the young comrade.

He wrote these strokes with his pen and ink, and posted them in the blank spaces of the house, densely packed. In the small bedroom, it was covered by the care of his father, grandparents.

He is a child from the countryside, belonging to the countryside of the small county town, in the fertile soil of the four seasons. He should not be associated with anyone in this drunken city. He should always be alone.

Zhou Hao went to sleep with two orange cats.

The next day, Zhou Hao went out normally and passed by the morning tea shop near the subway station. He also went to eat a cage of crab soup.

He loves life so much, and is loyal to life.

When encountering a young homeless man playing a guitar in a subway station, Zhou Hao even took out three hundred yuan red tickets and threw them into the youth's guitar box.

Every time I pass by this position, I always encounter this decadent young man. He has never turned a blind eye. Today, he has done something earth-shattering.

Three hundred yuan is enough for a hairless man.

Pink bills stand in a pile of cold-colored money bills, stand alone, and make people want to cry.

The young man called Zhou Hao and insisted on playing a song for him. Zhou Hao politely refused. He said that he would rush to work.

"Good luck!" By chance, Zhou Hao silently prayed for this decadent young man in his heart.

After a day of internship work, Zhou Hao came out of the hospital. Once again, he saw Jiang Yuzhen again. The black trench coat is a suit and tie, which should have just come from the company.

Zhou Hao walked in with his hands in his hands. This time, he took the initiative to change, "Jiang Yu, did you eat dinner?"

Jiang Yuhuan was too surprised. He took a moment to choke for a moment, and then twitched his lips. "Not yet."

Zhou Hao sucked his nose. "Let's go, I'll buy you spicy food."

Zhou Hao led Jiang Yuhuan, and the two went through the tree-lined road of the school, passed behind the boys' dormitory, and went to the back street.

It's the same one yesterday. It's still thirty dollars. It's more spicy and less vinegar. After Zhou Hao finished ordering, he began to teach Jiang Yuyao “hands-by-hand”, with the utmost gentleness and patience, and finally, he gave Jiang Yuyao a bowl of super spicy and spicy food.

Jiang Yu can't touch a bit of spicy. He first took a few bites, and his throat hurt hotly. A bottle of mineral water was not too cold, and he murmured more than half.

Zhou Hao ignored the people at the table. When the time was almost up, he looked up, surprised, "I forgot that you can't eat too spicy, blame me."

Zhou Hao banged his head a few times with blame, and then he divided Jiang Yuzhen half from his bowl.

Everything is weird and weird, Jiang Yu stared at the busy food eater in front of him, it was like a dream.

He loosened his tie and ate half of what Zhou Hao gave him. After eating, he drank the remaining half bottle of water.

Although less spicy, his throat was still on fire.

He could not refuse the tenderness of the charity at the moment.

"Let's go," Zhou Hao said.

Jiang Yuzheng followed him out, and the two strolled around the school playground. In winter, there are not many students running on the playground. There are so many student couples walking along the runway.

They were also like a little couple. They walked sweetly into the winter, neither too cold nor boring. They just walked around the track.

The idle journey was almost gone, and Zhou Hao brought Jiang Yuzhang back to his and Sun Yiwen's home. Opening the door, two orange cats came together, staring at the owner who was returning home.

"You still have a cat." Jiang Yuzhang was purely speechless.

Zhou Hao squatted down, touched the mother cat's head, raised her head and smiled, "I didn't raise it, it was my boyfriend."

Those eyes were innocent enough to kill people, Jiang Yuyan lifted his eyelids and lost the previous light in his eyes.

Jiang Yuchen turned around in the small house. He looked carefully and looked at every inch of the place. It was still a clean place. It seems that as long as the little lunatic lives, he always stubbornly wipes everything out and arranges everything neatly.

Countless silent post-it notes at home caught Jiang Yuzheng's attention. He went to the refrigerator and stared at the words on the post-it. It said-"Hao Hao, don't eat ice!"

Zhou Hao was busy with his own affairs. After eight o'clock, Sun Yiwen still didn't return, and he came out of the bedroom.

He leaned against the door with his arms around his chest and asked Jiang Yuzhen expressionlessly, "Would you like to take a bath together?"

Jiang Yuxi teased the kitten's hand, then suddenly turned his head. He couldn't see through the little maniac's eyes. It took a long time for him to exhale from his throat, "OK."

From the sink in the bathroom to the small bay window in the room, he finally walked to the double bed with enthusiasm. The two were naked and naked, with their skin entangled. In addition to the "meowing" sound of two kittens in the family, there was only a rough-gasp between the two men.

Zhou Hao's body twitched with Jiang Yu's tenderness, sending out bursts of irresistible tremor, which was a physiological pleasure.

He drowned himself completely in the flood of desires, his head was gradually empty, and then he was gradually filled with mind.

He is not a fool. Sun Yiwen hid in the bathroom every night to answer the phone. Every time he answered the phone, he would not return home all night. Also, he heard it. The phone was clearly a man's voice ... ...

His only thought now is: Sun Yiwen, you **** come back! See what your husband is doing! You **** open my eyes and see!

Of course, the unreturned Sun Yiwen could not see everything carefully planned by Zhou Hao.

Afterwards, Zhou Hao lit a cigarette and leaned on the bed to swallow the clouds and spit. Full of irony, a post-it note was posted on the wall of the bed-"Hao Hao, no more smoking!"

Jiang Yu Anan also leaned quietly on the head of the bed, staring at Zhou Hao with her face turned. He couldn't see through the lunatic, but his heart was so distressed, but he couldn't do anything.

For a long time, Zhou Hao noticed Jiang Yuzhen's gaze. He turned his face and picked his chin, "Would you like one?"

Jiang Yu pursed her lips without saying a word, but then went crazy like Zhou Hao and sucked the smell of tobacco in his mouth.

After the mad sweep, he said in remorse and distressed, "Hao Hao, I'm sorry ..."

Once again, he chose to express his apology in such a quiet and delicate environment.

But what's the use? What is the use?

Zhou Hao allowed Jiang Yuzhen to bite the corner of his mouth out of blood, and then lit a cigarette with a cigarette holder in his hand. He raised an eyebrow and smiled and said to Jiang Yuzhen, "You know where you are lying now, Whose is it? "

Jiang Yubi's eyes dimmed and he did not speak.

"It's my boyfriend. He was supposed to lie there. He didn't come back today." Zhou Hao said to himself, "Jiang Yuxun, did you say where did he go?"

Jiang Yubi's eyes were covered with a mist of water and gradually turned red. He gritted his teeth and said, "You won."

Then there was a hasty dressing sound, and Jiang Yu walked away in dismay.

When Zhou Hao heard the bang on the door, he finally laughed aloud. Tired of laughing, he took the cigarette in his hand and walked to the bay window, watching the silent night outside the window, and the pedestrian shaking in the cold wind.

It didn't take long for him to see Jiang Yuzheng, who was sitting back in the car, but the car stopped still downstairs.

"Stupid!" Zhou Hao stared at the car, cursing in a low voice.

Who is he scolding?

Whoever is a bastard, he scolds anyone.