Love, Expired

On a night of insomnia, Zhou Hao asked erudite Yan Ming: "Why do people live?"

Yan Ming wasn't surprised. He thought about it and replied, "Your question is too wide, I can't answer it. Zhou Hao, now you go to the window and look down. Do you see the taxi?"

Zhou Hao said, "See."

Yan Ming continued: "In such a cold day, the driver is still pulling customers off the street. Maybe they have wives and children at home, why do you say they have to work so hard?"

After thinking about it, Zhou Hao asked, "Is it to live?"

Yan Ming at the other end of the phone laughed: "I don't know. Being alive may be a state of survival, whether you are following the rules or not, whether you are ups and downs, anyway, it is a heartbeat, two nostrils are breathing, everyone is no different. Zhou Hao, do n’t get horny, sleep well, and go back home in the New Year. I asked my mother to cook some dishes you like, and you come to play at my house. "

After listening to Yan Ming's words, Zhou Hao closed his eyes and slept soundly. After waking up, he felt as if he had renewed breath in his lungs, and was very comfortable.

From December to February of the following year, in a short period of two months, life seems to be going very fast. I accidentally passed Christmas, accidentally passed the year again, and accidentally arrived again. Chinese New Year.

At this time, Zhou Hao was about to enter his standing age, just thirty years old.

The hospital gave a half-month Spring Festival holiday. On the second day of the holiday, Zhou Hao and Qian Weicheng returned to Su Chuan. He went to Xiao Dong and took the fat guys home.

He stayed in Suchuan for two days and went through a series of shipping procedures for the two guys. On the fourth day, Zhou Hao returned to his hometown with the orange cat.

His hometown didn't have a phone installed. The old couple didn't know the exact time when he came back. As the bus got closer and closer to the village entrance, Zhou Hao saw the grandmother looking forward to her—the figure was much older, and even the crutches were used.

Get out of the car, Zhou Hao went straight to grandma, grandma also saw him.

"I'm going home for Chinese New Year." Zhou Hao held back the sourness in his eyes and talked to his relatives about his hometown.

Grandma stared at Zhou Hao for a long time, and then reached out her hand tremblingly and touched Zhou Hao, "Just come back, baby, grandma wants to die for you."

The ancestors and grandchildren walked towards the east of the road and passed by several houses. The good woman yelled loudly, "Hao Hao is back?"

Grandma responded one by one. She was holding a cane in one hand and holding her grandson in her hand, and walked past every household.

Later, Zhou Hao learned from the mouth of his neighbor that his grandma had been waiting for him for many days at the intersection. When others saw her so old blowing the cold wind, she advised her to go back. She didn't follow, and her mouth was broken, "My grandson said that he would be back for the New Year." When she came to a bus, she had to squint and look carefully.

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After knowing that the lunatic had left, Jiang Yuzhang was about to celebrate the New Year. On the same day, he booked a flight ticket to Qingjiang County. He didn't know where the lunatic's hometown was. Standing on the streets of the southern city, he dragged his suitcase and called the lunatic.

"Haohao, it's me, I'm here in Qingjiang."

"Where are you now?" Zhou Hao was a little surprised.

Jiang Yuzhen looked around, "After getting off the plane, I went to the city, and I was at the door of Carrefour supermarket."

"Don't stay there, I'll pick you up."

"Um." Jiang Yuzhen was difficult to describe the mood at the time, he can only hum a monotonous dumb, eh.

About half an hour later, Zhou Hao appeared wearing an army green down jacket.

They separated their eyes across the wide road and the passing vehicles. Zhou Hao beckoned to Jiang Yuzhang, beckoned, and trot along the zebra crossing.

Many years later, Jiang Yudi remembered this peaceful winter afternoon—little madman, rushed to him with a smile.

"Why are you here?" I ran hurriedly, breathing slightly.

Jiang Yuzhen seemed so stupid that he forgot to speak for a moment. He gently held the lunatic, "I miss you."

The afternoon sun shone on Zhou Hao's new clothes, exuding a warm smell of washing powder. Jiang Yuzhen sniffed with his nose, and he couldn't help himself. "You are so fragrant."

Zhou Hao raised his eyes and asked with a grin, "How fragrant?"

Jiang Yuzheng couldn't answer, it was really embarrassing him, dull dumb wooden pestle in front of the little lunatic, pondering for a while, and said nervously, "Everything is fragrant."

Immediately after, Jiang Yuyan bowed his head and faced the little lunatic who was looking up. He touched the little lunatic's cheek with a bit of a dragonfly, and then dragged the suitcase and walked forward.

Behind him, Zhou Hao was calling him, "Where are you going? Reverse!"

Jiang Yuzhen turned around awkwardly, and dragged his suitcase back.

The two stood by the platform at the entrance of the supermarket and waited for the bus. Zhou Hao was bored playing with his mobile phone. Jiang Yuzhen stood beside him quietly, occasionally touching the lunatic.

"You go there, why are you crowding me!" Zhou Hao took a few steps back and turned his attention back to the phone.

Jiang Yushou was left out in the cold, and he retreated a few steps back.

Without waiting for Zhou Hao to count again, bus 21 arrived and the two got on the bus.

There were few people in the car, and the two sat in the back. The bus door closed automatically, and the car drove north. It first passed through the sparsely populated suburbs, passed several chemical plants, and finally arrived in the village of its hometown.

Jiang Yuzheng was looking out the window along the way. This is the southern countryside. He has never seen such a scene in his 27 years of life. It was too shocking. He didn't understand how the people lived in the low and dense houses. How did you pant?

Zhou Hao glanced at Jiang Yuzhen, and said nothing.

At the intersection, the two got out of the car. In the curious eyes of the villagers, Zhou Hao led Jiang Yu to return home.

"Why are they watching me?" Jiang Yu was puzzled.

"Why else? What do you want to see in a big city?" Zhou Hao said jokingly.

Grandparents heard that there was a visitor at home today, and now they were cooking and cooking on the kitchen stove. Grandma's legs don't work well, and she is struggling to work, but she is happy that the family has not been so busy for too long.

"My friend is here." Zhou Hao shouted at the kitchen door.

Grandpa and grandma both came out. Grandma hurriedly pinched her hand on the cloth bib, and then touched Jiang Yuxuan's hand kindly and caressing, "Waer, this is a hard way."

The old people who have lived in the countryside for most of their lives are hard and simple, and they have developed a solid heart. Hao Hao's grandmother did the same. She thought that she was better with her grandson's friend, and that friend could treat her grandson well.

Her Hao Hao died of her father from an early age, and encountered an unreasonable mother, too pitiful. She wished that everyone in the world could have pity on her grandson and be kind to her grandson.

A woman growing up in the old society, where she knows what self-esteem and self-love, she wants to take advantage, and everyone wants to be good to her grandson.

Like Yu Sun, Jiang Yudi did not understand the dialect here. He looked at the lunatic and waited for the lunatic to translate for him.

"My grandma said, you've worked hard."

Jiang Yu smiled and shook his hand with his grandmother. "No hard work, you will be here soon."

Grandma couldn't understand what he was talking about.

At five thirty, the sky was getting dark. The four of them gathered around the little round table, and there were four dishes on the table, as well as the sprite bought by the grandfather who went to the neighborhood store.

The four small porcelain cups are very old, bumping on them, and a few pieces of porcelain are missing from the cup mouth. Zhou Hao poured Sprite into each cup, he hesitated when he poured it into Jiang Yuquan.

Where can this rich young man drink these and eat them, don't waste it at the end, his grandparents should spend the distressed money.

"Do you drink it?" Zhou Hao asked, holding the Sprite bottle.

Jiang Yubi nodded, "Yes."

Zhou Hao poured him a glass.

Throughout the dining room, the old couple were talking, all about Hao Hao's childhood, but Jiang Yuchan didn't understand.

Grandma saw that her grandson's friend didn't use chopsticks much, thinking he was shy, and hurriedly enthusiastically clamped him a large piece of lean meat.

Zhou Hao took the opportunity to glance at Jiang Yuzhen's face. He thought that if the man dared to frown, he would kick him out.

Fortunately, Jiang Yuquan was smiling.

However, he ate very few of these meals, not even finishing a small bowl of rice. When Zhou Hao saw that he was picking rice grains with chopsticks, he knew that this person no longer wanted to eat.

"Don't want to eat, just put the bowl down." Zhou Hao's mood was overcast.

Jiang Yuzhen looked at the little lunatic, afraid that he might have misunderstood his pretense, and quickly ate the rest of the meal.

Grandma thought this baby was hungry and got up and wanted to feed him. Zhou Hao quickly stopped, "Grandma, he's full."

After the meal, the two walked around the village without a few steps, and Zhou Hao stood still. He turned to look at Jiang Yuzhen, and after thinking over and over again, he decided to say, "Go to the city at night and find a hotel to deal with, you must not be used to living here."

Jiang Yuzhen's eyes glowed a deep gloom, "You don't take it for granted."

Zhou Hao's tone was a bit mocking, "You just don't want to sleep at night, don't regret it."

Jiang Yu pursed his lips and stopped talking, and he never beat the lunatic.

My grandmother is old, and I was able to help make the sheets a few years ago.

In the evening, Zhou Hao was in the small room, and he spread the sheets and quilts. Jiang Yuzhen looked at the busy little lunatic, he thought, this is the most cozy life, lover is doing housework, he is looking at his lover.

"May I help you?" Jiang Yuxi wanted to join the chores.

Zhou Hao rolled his eyes, "Will you?"

Of course, Jiang Yudi hadn't put on a quilt. Not only that, he was also indifferent to the grain. When he took a walk at night, he was still thinking about the rolling rice in the book. Where is the rice in this season?

Busy for a while, Zhou Hao was packed inside and out. There is only an old TV at home, and when it is turned on, there is a lot of noise, and it should have been sent for repair.

On a country night without any entertainment, the two of them squeezed next to each other on the cot in the cold winter moon, and no one spoke.

In the small room without floor heating, the northerner Jiang Yuzhen felt very cold, and he was getting closer to the lunatic.

"Haohao, are you cold?" Jiang Yuchen asked, and the heat in his mouth exhaled Zhou Hao's face.

Zhou Hao noticed that this man was fighting the Cold War, and reached out to hold him subconsciously, "Are you still cold?"

At this moment, Jiang Yuzhen was completely lost. There was a fiery enthusiasm in his heart. He remembered the hope of life that the lunatic had said before. If people did n’t look forward to it, that day would not go on.

What is his hope for Jiang Yuquan--

He wanted to pick up the lunatic and go home, to get the love of the lunatic.

The stunned Jiang Yuzhang stared at the little lunatic insidiously. When he got too close, he saw the blue scum on the lips of the lunatic, standing upright.

"It's time for you to shave." Jiang Yuxi deliberately used his chin to poke the lunatic chin on the little lunatic.

"Stop it, go to sleep, I turned off the lights." Zhou Hao pulled back his hand. He was just stunned, and regarded him as a poor text.

The stiff bed made Jiang Yu's back uncomfortable; the quilt was kept for a long time without pulling it out for the sun, and it had a moldy smell; the bed was too small, and his big body was lying here a little bit Bend.

Jiang Yuzhang didn't sleep well. He changed his posture a little. He didn't want to startle the little lunatic. The little lunatic was still confused. He screamed in his mouth, "Don't let Wen Wen sleep, sleep well ..."

In the dark, a trace of injured grievance flashed in the man's eyes.

His hope is far away.