Love, Expired

The day before he left, Xiaosun took Lao Zhou to look at his father. Although his father recovered his life by performing an operation, he could not do some heavy work or exhaustion. Now he works as a security guard in a unit and takes a poor living expenses.

His father was white and had a lot of wrinkles on his face. Xiao Sun said he was only 49 years old, but Zhou Hao looked like 59 years old.

At that time, it was not too bright, and the whole house seemed to be covered with a layer of gray and looked messy. Zhou Haochao looked around in the room, and it was very similar to the environment when he was a kid. He and his grandson were so good for life.

On the way back, Zhou Hao asked Sun Yiwen, Chinese New Year. Would you like to accompany his father?

Sun Yiwen shook his head to see if your grandparents mattered. His dad has two brothers. They will gather together in the New Year and will not place orders.

The two got on the train and headed south from the bustling city A, all the way to the Qingjiang County. Take the bus from the county seat back to the small village.

In winter, there are fewer people in the village at the gate. Zhou Hao no longer has to ask "Where is Zhou Gui's house?" He led Xiao Sun directly from the wide concrete road, crossed the bridge, and then turned.

This way, as long as they meet people, they can always get curious eyes, from their dress, looks, and finally fixed on the big box in their hands.

His grandparents were not in the yard. Zhou Hao entered the hall and found no one inside.

"Grandma." He shouted.

At this time, two middle-aged women carrying hot rice bowls had gathered around the iron gate of his yard, and while chopping the dishes in the bowl, he said indistinctly, "They are in the small vegetable field."

Before Zhou Hao made any response, someone had shouted for him there, "Hou Gui, your grandson is back!"

It didn't take long for the old couple to rush back from the small vegetable field. His grandmother's back was more powerful than before, his eyes remained unchanged, and tears were still in the chaos.

"Grandma." Zhou Hao's eyes also overflowed with water.

"Okay, okay, okay." Grandma said the same thing as last time.

Zhou Hao laid the things bought for the old couple on the rattan chair, took out the photos from the bag, and showed them to his grandparents.

On this day, the old couple squinted the presbyopia and saw the picture from noon all the evening.

It was late in the evening, and the village quickly darkened. In the Chinese New Year, some salted fish and bacon were marinated at home, so there was no need to slaughter the last hen who laid eggs.

Grandma only asked during the meal, who is this baby?

Zhou Hao looked at Sun Yiwen, saw that he listened very hard, smiled at him, and then spoke to his grandmother to explain to his grandmother, "It is a classmate, come here to see you specially."

Grandma held Sun Yiwen's hand, her eyes were full of love, "Wa'er, eat more, we Hao Hao are also good babies."

Sun Yiwen didn't understand, he kept nodding, looking at Zhou Hao for help.

Zhou Hao pursed his lips and whispered to him, "My grandma said, let us two be good people."

After dinner, Grandma made a bed for them. They had just quilted, and there was a layer on the bed, and there was a cover on it.

At night, the two were lying on a wooden bed in the countryside, with the same pillow, Zhou Hao placed Sun Yiwen's hand on his heart socket to warm him, fearing that the northerner could not stand the cold and cold in the south.

"Is it cold?" Zhou Hao asked.

Sun Yiwen glanced into Zhou Hao's arms, "Not cold."

Embracing each other and heating each other, this winter night, the relationship between the two is even closer. Zhou Hao talked to him about his childhood, mentioning his premature father and his eccentric mother.

During the whole process, Sun Yiwen just listened quietly and didn't speak, but their postures were changed and they became a little man carrying a tall man and a poor little boy.

Later, Sun Yiwen's eyes became red, and the faint tears in the moonlight at night shone like Zhou Hao's dark eyes.

Zhou Hao thought, this man really loves to cry, and crying for his Zhou Hao. In the days to come, this crying man is his family who has mixed blood and bones. Whoever breaks them apart, he will stab him.

Occasionally a few dog barks were heard in the village, everything was so quiet, they seemed to have found a good place to live together, covered by a quilt, and said that they were getting old.

For a long time, Sun Yiwen held his hand tightly. "How did you meet Jiang Yuzhen?"

From the warm palm of the man, he felt a certain mysterious power, the same as his origin, from the countryside, from the fertile fields.

Zhou Hao closed his eyes. He was trying to recall the details of his acquaintance with Jiang Yuquan. It was too vague, and he couldn't remember much.

"Junior, he is wearing a white t-shirt inside, a plaid shirt, jeans, sneakers on the outside." It turned out that if he recalled it, he could remember the details at the first sight.

"Ok."

"Then I got on him like a dogskin plaster."

At this time, Sun Yiwen held Zhou Hao's hand tighter, "What then?"

Zhou Hao shook her head and did not speak.

Sun Yiwen didn't know if he didn't remember it, or didn't want to say it.

At the same instant, Sun Yiwen found that Zhou Hao was buried in his chest, and there was a trace of water there, and he was crying.

"I wish I knew you earlier." Zhou Hao uttered this sentence from his throat.

If he knew it earlier, he wouldn't be alone in a strange big city, but he would always endure the so-called "family"-"Are you disgusting?"

Sun Yiwen wanted to fade the sadness. He turned his back and asked Zhou Hao, "Do you know when I fancy you?"

"I saved you that time?" Zhou Hao tried to guess.

"No."

"I kissed you at the bar entrance?"

"Neither."

"When was that?"

"When I first met you in the hospital, you wore a white coat with your hands in your pockets. I said, you are a doctor. You looked handsome at that time, and I will never forget it in my life."

Zhou Hao was a little embarrassed, and he gratefully held Sun Yiwen's hand back.

"I have never seen the situation in my family. I dare not meet someone like you in the future. It seems like the day is going on, and I will always give you some sweetness to keep you going. Lao Zhou, what happened before I don't want to, you have grandparents, and me. "

Rather than saying that Zhou Hao found his dream family, it is better to say that they were warm and supportive to each other during the **** day.

"Wenwen, I like you." Zhou Hao rushed into the small man's arms and shoved hard.

Sun Yiwen set up a backing for him, shielding him from the wind and rain, and blocking the gloomy past.

The next day, Lao Zhou took his grandson to the mulberry forest behind the village. Before that, the lush trees became a large bald area. The winter sun shone into the forest, and the dark cold colors were slightly warmer.

Zhou Hao told Sun Yiwen that he once sat on the dirt **** at the back and watched the ants moving in the morning. Hundreds of ants held green praying mantises, forming a black line.

The two then sat down on Xiaotupo, looking at the sky, talking about life and the future ...

They stayed in the village for the New Year. On the first day of the new year, there was always a large group of children carrying small satchels and going from house to house to ask for candy. Wherever the cheerful children went, the laughter spread.

Grandparents changed into new clothes bought by their grandson, and they couldn't help laughing. His grandmother walked around in the village in new clothes. Everywhere she went, she mentioned her new jacket. My grandson bought it from a big city. We ca n’t buy it here. If others boast that this material is good, she can immediately go up and say, you can feel it in this big city.

These two days, the two are really happy, with a happy smile on their faces.

Zhou Hao made a wish for the New Year. He hoped that he would soon graduate to earn money. He would have a house in a certain city. Wenwen lived there, and then picked up his grandparents. Home is round.

The Spring Festival holiday passed by in an blink of an eye, Lao Zhou and Xiao Sun packed up and prepared to return to City A, and Grandma asked when they would return. Zhou Hao didn't give a deadline this time, only to say that he would pick them up when he made money.

On the day of leaving, Zhou Hao secretly pressed 3,000 yuan under an enamel bowl full of bacon, which was almost all his savings with Xiao Sun. Grandpa and grandma still sent them to the bus stop at the intersection of the village. They kept telling them to take good care of themselves outside and spend as much as possible.

Zhou Hao nodded, tears in his eyes.

Soon the bus came and the two got on. Zhou Hao opened the window and waved at his old couple, "Go back, go back."

The old couple seemed to hear nothing, still carrying their backs, standing at the intersection of the village, staring vaguely at the grandson who was gone ...