Love, Expired

Zhou Hao crawled up from the ground, his face was terribly gloomy, he covered the sore face and walked eastward. He was so anxious when he was idle that he went to see Volunteer.

The boy just worked hard to thank his classmates for help, and when he looked back, he saw that Zhou Hao had gone away, so he hurried to chase after him, nervous and apologizing, "Thank you just now."

Zhou Hao ignored him and went straight to the school gate. The two shadows taller and shorter under the street lamp were staggered one after the other. The black depression of the exam week permeated the campus. The two men jumped on the concrete road like the only bright color in the black jungle.

"Don't bother me!" Zhou Hao paused, and the pain in his forehead made him take a breath.

"I'm sorry." The boy's beautiful eyelashes draped down, and two brushed shadows appeared under his eyes. "My name is Sun Yiwen, thank you." He seemed a little embarrassed.

According to Zhou Hao's previous temperament, he would never care about this person anymore, and would not even say an extra nonsense. It was just that Sun Yiwen's apology was silent, reminding him of Cheng Zixu who had been reading in the library half an hour ago.

At this moment, the eyebrows of the two were tightly crossed in Zhou Hao's mind.

Zhou Hao stared at him with two more glances and asked casually, "How old are you?"

Sun Yiwen was a bit surprised and hurriedly answered, "Sophomore. How about you?"

Zhou Hao was uncomfortable and continued to go east.

The shadows of the puppet trees under the street lights were like a thick ink on a large beach, and a large beach fell on the ground. Zhou Hao stepped on these shadows. How helpless he was, he didn't know where he was going?

Come back home? There was nothing left in the house.

That time the library continued to find the crime? He doesn't, he is really tired today.

Zhou Hao walked to the turn and suddenly turned around, and the man was still stupid.

"Hey! Come here!"

Then Sun Yiwen rushed over and waited for him to stand in front of Zhou Hao a little, panting heavily in his chest. Zhou Hao stared abruptly at the person in front of him, only a few words later, "Will you drink?"

Sun Yiwen paused for a moment, and then nodded again.

"Have you done that?"

"No."

"Go, try it!"

The two went to the cherry bar closest to the school. It is said that the owner is Japanese and the decoration style is very Japanese. The long, narrow brick-wood bar looks solid and serious, but the lighting and sound effects are very soft. The two shocking elements are mixed together, and the two complement each other, so the whole bar gives a subtle elegant feeling, just like a Japanese girl wearing a kimono stepping on a wooden **** and holding on to small steps.

The bartender is a middle-aged man with a straight suit. Zhou Hao is also here for the first time. He looked at the wine list, and they each asked for a Long Island iced tea. The materials and ice cubes were shaken fiercely in the Xueke pot, and the bartender's posture dazzled Zhou Hao's eyes. Before drinking, he was already dreaming.

The wine is well blended, put into a Colin cup, add the decorated lemon slices and crushed ice, and finally insert-into a straw.

Zhou Hao did not drink alcohol at all. Although this glass of wine was not strong, he drank it all, and the drunken spirit immediately came up.

Sun Yiwen just drank softly, not in a hurry, so he felt nothing at all.

"You okay."

Zhou Hao waved his hand and told the bartender, "Another drink."

The bartender made another cocktail for him as usual, and Zhou Hao was still bored. At this time it was no longer three-point drunk, he was completely drunk. The dizziness turned around, and the double-headedness was a drunken blush. He lay beside the bar, only feeling the lights, sounds, and people around him turning.

Zheng Shichu over there, playing coffee, pay attention to this side for some time.

"Would you like to call Yu Yan, his wife is going to run away." Zheng Shichu narrowed his eyes to play.

Jia Lin: "What is he doing these days? There are no shadows."

Tian Bin: "I accompany the little lover, look, the main room is left out, and I'm drunk."

Zheng Shichu laughed and pointed at Tian Bin with a quivering index finger, quite agreeing with what he said. Then Zheng Shichu sent a WeChat message to Jiang Yuzhen--

"Sakura bar, buddies are all there, there are good shows."

Sun Yiwen watched Zhou Haoyu want to sleep, not at all sober, and helped him out of the bar.

"The two are gone, so let's follow the show."

Jia Lin did not like to join in the fun, "don't bother to watch."

"Don't introduce it, I told Yu Hao all right, let him come and see the good show, and now the people are gone, Yu Hao should think I'll put him together."

Then the three also went out of the bar. At the door, Zheng Shichu stopped Sun Yiwen and blocked his way. Sun Yiwen thought that he had met the hooligan again, and retreated backward like a conditioned reflex.

Zhou Hao blew a little wind outside, a little consciousness, but just raised his head, he saw the three men standing in front of him. Suddenly, he drove the thin Sun Yiwen and turned away.

The stage is all set up. How can there be a reason for the famous celebrities to run without opening the show?

"Zhou Hao!" Zheng Shichu shouted, but Ren ignored him and continued to move forward.

"Yu Yan said, come to pick you up in a while."

The name is like a hangover soup, but once heard, Zhou Hao was awake instantly. His stiff hands slipped from his weak shoulders, then slowly turned around, standing on the brightly lit street, as if it were a play, all the surrounding scenes became his foil.

He only had to stand in the center of the street, whether it was heartbreaking despair or isolated emptiness, despite splurge on his "acting skills", he was really acting from the heart.

It must be said that Zheng Shichu is famous in their four-member small group. Other people's feelings and things, most people don't interfere, but Zheng Shichu happens to be, he likes to stir the two people's affairs, he likes to stir the water more and more muddy.

Sun Yiwen, who did not understand the current situation at all, looked at Zhou Hao with some anxiety, and those people did not look like good people. But he also had an unexpected gain, he knew the name of the man.

Zhou Hao tried his best to restrain the dizziness in his head, and walked back cautiously and calmly. There was actually a pitiful illusion in his heart, and he thought, did the man also worry about him?

After a while, Jiang Yuzhen came, but he also brought Cheng Zixu with him.

This situation is always a little embarrassing. Cheng Zixu also knew the three people and greeted them one by one. When he walked in front of Zhou Hao, he was as polite and shouted, "Master!"

Zhou Hao knew he had been tricked, and all his anger had nowhere to vent, and finally gathered in the palm of his hand, he pushed Cheng Zixu fiercely. Cheng didn't stand still, and fell back a few steps directly. But Zhou Hao's anger didn't go away. He desperately held Jiang Yu's hand, "Go home!"

Jiang Yuzhen desperately, shakes off his hand, and then makes a nonchalant mocking tone to Zheng Shichu, "This is the good thing you said? It's not fun at all."

Then over the small streets were all filled with Zheng Shichu's exaggerated and deliberate laughter. Like ghosts and ghosts, harsh, sharp. Zhou Hao hung his hands weakly. In front of everyone, he once again became a clown for pleasure. Everyone is a sharp and cold audience, including his husband in the spiritual world.

Sun Yiwen kept silent beside Zhou Hao, and at this time also noticed the maliciousness of everyone. He patted Zhou Hao's shoulder and said quietly, "Let's go."

Zhou Hao snatched Sun Yiwen's collar and kissed it, although it was just a dragonfly. But to outsiders, they absolutely thought it was a hot kiss. He silently counted in his heart, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds ... 30 seconds, he suddenly turned his head to see Jiang Yuzhen's reaction.

The man was lowering his head and whispering to Cheng Zixu, the smile on the corner of his lips could not be hidden, and his eyes were full of emotional tenderness.

The clown who didn't get attention can only escape. Zhou Hao finally stomped Zheng Shichu, and then decided to go forward, no longer care about everyone's face, and no longer care about Sun Yiwen who followed closely behind him ...

When he got home and took a shower, Zhou Hao got into the room. He felt that he was full of humiliation that could not be washed away, no matter how good he was, he would reveal the stuffing in the dead of night.

He flipped through a small yellow film from the computer, brought a headset, and adjusted the volume to the loudest that the ear could accommodate. Inside were two male actor's croaks and pants. He had no time to look at the visual impact on these bodies.

He closed his eyes and fantasizedly imagined that the two inside were him and his husband. They entered, combined, and rubbed together ... Desperate love, he smashed many pains of life.

"Dad, dad ..." he muttered in pain.

Daddy, that's too far away, it only exists in his memory before the age of seven. Whenever Zhou Hao could not be relieved, he would deeply remember the vague man in his memory. Like at this moment, as if the people in the whole world are happy, only he is gradually decaying in the dark.

Jiang Mingyu can save him! Obviously can save him from darkness! Why didn't he save it! Why can't he save!

These thoughts often appeared in his mind in the form of fragmented fragments. Zhou Hao knew that he was ill. In the end, he managed to torture himself into an illness.

The lack of love in childhood made him a stubborn and indifferent person. For so many years, he has been struggling to find the sustenance of the soul, but finally found that the suspense he thought pushed him into deeper hell.

He couldn't get rid of the paranoid idea in his mind and wandered over and over in his head--

Why don't you save me!

Why don't you pull me!

Why do not you like me……

With so many people in the world, why did Zhou Hao follow paranoia and focus on Jiang Yuzhen? That is a long and long story ...