Love, Expired

In the sixth month of Zhou Hao's departure, his originally idle circle of friends changed his status-"Eat dumplings today."

The picture shows him, a few people with Asian faces, and a black child. They were sitting around the square table, smiling at the camera, and there were five or six plates of dumplings waiting to be eaten in the middle of the square table.

Jiang Yu stared at the photo in a frown, watched it for five minutes, and time went on, the sadness and joy of the little lunatic carried him farther and farther away.

He could laugh so emotionally in such a place far away from the Eastern Kingdoms and far away.

For six months, the silence was broken and broke. Jiang Yuyu turned off the light and lay down in the bed and gave a speech to the lunatic—

"The new house has been renovated, and we haven't bought the sofa yet. When you come back, let us choose together. When will you come back? How is life over there?"

Five-hour jet lag, Jiang Yuquan's side was eight o'clock in the evening, and Zhou Hao's side was in the afternoon. It was the time to work in the hospital.

The voice that was sent out did not wait for a reply until eleven o'clock in the night.

"This is good." The voice was full of vitality.

Jiang Yuzhang hasn't slept yet. He holds his mobile phone and nervously thinks about what to say next.

"So, when are you coming back?"

"Oh, I'm not sure yet."

Jiang Yuzhen's heart sank and sank, "You are there, do you want to go home?"

This home is probably the specific home between the two.

Zhou Hao heard the meaning of this man, and he typed a line with his hand, "Of course I want to."

Jiang Yuxi filled his heart with joy, and he literally typed a line with his mobile phone keyboard, "I miss you too."

The two people who had been disconnected for half a year, followed by a few short dialogues, forged an inextricable relationship.

The scene that broke up half a year ago seemed to be virtually eliminated.

Jiang Yudi ended the conversation first. He was lying on the bed with his yellow Pikachu in his arms, his spirits were shaking, and he was happy and not sleepy at all.

Every night after that, Jiang Yuzheng will send a message to the little lunatics in other countries.

He is too honest, don't say the exaggerated yellow slang words, even the sweet little sweethearts, he can't learn. If you ask every day, it ’s just how the weather is today, or how it ’s going. There are no other tricks.

As long as Zhou Hao thought, this dull man was stubbornly trying to continue his words one by one, and Jiang Yu's serious expression of scorching head always appeared in his eyes.

Funny and moving.

In the first month of the year, Jiang Yuzhen's mother arranged a blind date for him. The other party was a lawyer. The family relationship was relatively simple. Both parents were cadres in the system.

Jiang Yudi didn't know beforehand. When he returned to the Imperial Garden, he found a strange woman at home, and then looked at his mother's cramped eyes, he knew everything.

He turned and walked away, and the last blind date was annoyed.

Half a month later, his family knew what happened to him and Zhou Hao. In the words of his dad, he was unclear and embarrassing with a man.

Jiang Yuxi also twisted his temper, said nothing, and kept silent. Anxious Jiang Fu didn't hold back in the study, picked up a vase on the bookshelf and smashed at him.

The vase was brushed across the frontal corner of Jiang Yuyan, and the piece was bruised with blood stains. Jiang's mother was outside the door, and when she heard the "bang" bang, she pushed the door in quickly, only to see the color on her son's face.

"Jiang Shunian!" Jiang's mother's eyes were full of moist ochre, and she punched her husband's chest.

She walked over to look at her son's wound, and was angry and distressed. "Yu, you are trying to kill your mother. You are a child from childhood to age, how can you hurt your mother so much?" Then she burst into tears.

Jiang Yu's pestle was there, he didn't move, didn't speak, and even the pain on his face didn't let him loose.

"Look at your good son!" Jiang's father pointed at Jiang Yuyu with a trembling index finger and questioned Jiang's mother.

When Jiang mother saw the scar on his son's face, all his anger was scattered on his father's body. "My own son, I teach myself! I can't wait for you to fight!"

"Okay, you teach! You teach him this way !?"

Jiang's mother looked at Jiang's father and pulled Jiang Yuzhang out of the study.

They went downstairs and spoke at the entrance of the stairs.

"Yu Han, Mom and Dad are old and can't control you. But you have to know that Mom is always good for you."

Jiang Yudi never said a word.

Jiang Mu reluctantly looked at her son who had been silent, knowing that he was fighting, and that she could not control this matter.

"Yu, Mom, please, can you think for Mom and Dad?"

"Mom, I really like him very much," Jiang Yuxi said in a tired, dumb tone.

"I've seen that boy. What's so good about him? Yu Yu, you are too young and you haven't sorted out anything, you pierced into it and thought it was sacred love."

Jiang Yuzhen froze and did not respond to Jiang's mother's words.

For a long time, Jiang Mu sighed and said, "Sleep at home today."

Jiang Yuzhen turned his head and looked helplessly at Shang Jiangmu, "Mom, I'm not a child, I'm real, I want to live with him forever."

Jiang Yuzhen picked up his coat and left the house.

Back at home, Jiang Yuzheng gave himself a bowl of noodles. He sat at the table and raised his chopsticks to eat the hot noodles in the bowl. It was seven o'clock in the evening, and the little lunatic had not yet arrived at work.

He put his cell phone on the table and set it beside the bowl.

From 7 pm to 11 pm, there is the bustle of the metropolis outside, and the house is quiet like water. The dim yellow light in the restaurant highlighted his loneliness and loneliness.

When time is up, he picks up his mobile phone and edits a WeChat message. After thinking about it, he deletes it.

He began to meditate on every word, and finally wrote only a short sentence-"Hao Hao, did you eat? I eat noodles at night."

But this time, the man did not get the expected response. He waited until three in the morning, but the man in Tanzania did not send a message.

He turned to the circle of friends of the little lunatic, and his eyes stopped for a long time on the smiley photo ...

Of course, what he didn't know was that Zhou Hao, who was far away from Dodoma, was trapped in the hospital at this time. A large-scale plague broke out across the city, and power and water outbreaks occurred frequently, and all medical staff were stranded in hospitals.

Some of the quarantined suspected infections would rather believe in civil earthwork, believe in gods, and would rather not receive treatment. Many people would run away from the hospital in disorder.

This directly led to the expansion of the scope of infection and the epidemic was difficult to control for a time.

It will be a full year in Dodoma, and Zhou Hao has a deep trembling feeling about this poor and backward place.

Although it is the capital, it is not even comparable to China's small counties. There are wandering children everywhere on the street. They do not go to school, and they have already come out to work at a young age.

The medical conditions are very difficult. Their city hospital does not even have basic color Doppler ultrasound and ct, there are few types of medicines, the ward environment is very bad, and mosquito flies fly around.

The plague spread for three months. Zhou Hao returned to his dormitory and found the message in his mobile phone sent by Jiang Yuzhang a few months ago.

After a long time, no matter how I reply, there is a sudden suspicion that I simply did not return.

The tense period of the plague was temporarily passed, and Zhou Hao and his teammates resumed their previous lives. Run and exercise in the morning. Take a break and read chess and chess together, or go around.

He met a black friend, nine-year-old Habu, with dark skin and big eyes and curly hair. He always wore a worn lapel pullover sweater, the collar and cuffs of his clothes were worn, the original red was washed deep brown.

Habu helped the family sell beer, and the thin man pushed a tattered bicycle and called for it along the street. When he came back from work, he would always come to Zhou Hao with a bottle of beer.

There is no speech between the two, and they can only communicate with some simple gestures. Zhou Hao taught Habu some basic Chinese everyday expressions, and the child was happy to learn. Tongue can be distinguished, that is, the tone is not right. For example, his name is Zhou Hao, and he always likes to drag a long ending.

This is the habit of almost all foreigners speaking Chinese. Simple and bland words are always called by them with frustration and emotion.

There are many treasures in Habu. There is a drainage ditch near his house. Whenever it rains, tortoises appear, Habu catches them back to drink soup. There are also many nesting birds in the farmland, and Habu takes out the eggs in the nest and cooks them. Even pythons and habu eat them, peel them and stew them or fry them.

Zhou Hao also tried it, but he was not used to these wild game in Africa.

Every day in Dodoma is fulfilling. Although life is monotonous, there are few human troubles.

Work during the day, read at night, and enjoy the great scenery when you are free.

So ordinary, but fascinated Zhou Hao.

"A man, from a county seat, wandered in a big city for many years, and finally went to a more impoverished world. He loved reading, actively living, and getting along with people. The original paranoid temperament seemed to be in the vast and complicated world It settled down, did he count his life back on track? "

This is Zhou Hao's words written on the last page of the notebook. After writing this, his notebook is full of words, and a blank page is left.

The book was full, and it wouldn't be long before he returned home.