Love, Expired

The day before the little lunatic returned to China, Jiang Yudi didn't go to the company. He cleaned the inside and outside of the house, prepared a new set of toothbrushes, slippers, and pajamas, and went to the bird market to buy a few pots of fresh plants. It was there that he met Sun Yiwen, who also came to buy flowers.

They were unexpectedly calm, and seemed to have no time to respond to the encounter here.

The two got together, strolled among the neatly arranged flower rooms for sale, and then casually spoke a few words.

"When is Zhou Hao coming back?" Sun Yiwen held up a delicate potted plant and carefully asked, seemingly inadvertently.

"Tomorrow," Jiang Yu said in a low voice.

"It's fast. It's been two years since I went."

"Ok."

Sun Yiwen put down the potted plant in his hand and moved forward a few steps, his eyes flashing quickly. Suddenly, he bent over and carried a pot of green asparagus, looking over at Jiang Yuchen. "Buy this pot, he should like it."

Jiang Yuzheng feels ashamed of this man, but if he still has a little conscience, he dare not stare at Sun Yiwen's eyes. The eyes were too bright, and the light poked straight into his heart.

"Okay." He walked over and intended to take the bamboo in the hands of Sun Yiwen.

The fingertip of the right hand just touched the purple sand flowerpot, but Sun Yiwen seemed to regret it, holding the flowerpot firmly.

Jiang Yuzhen released his hand and glanced at Sun Yiwen, trying to figure out his intentions.

"Be nice to him," Sun Yiwen asked solemnly to Shang Jiang Yuxuan's eyes, "he has suffered a lot."

Jiang Yu pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids.

Sure enough, he is most afraid of the eyes of the man in front of him, gentle and harmless enough to make you guilty.

Sun Yiwen handed Wen Zhu to him, "This pot looks very nice, I picked it for a long time."

Jiang Yuzhen reached out and took it over again. At the time of the transfer, he said in a dumb voice, "I'm sorry."

He deserves to apologize to this kind man. He has owed so many years of debt and is going to pay it off.

"It's okay." Sun Yiwen smiled very mildly.

"He'll be back tomorrow. Come and have dinner at home. I'll make it."

Sun Yiwen shook his head and refused, "I have something tomorrow, so I won't go. You can make him something delicious."

Having said that, he said goodbye to Jiang Yu and walked away slightly hesitantly. Blinking eyes clearly had something to say just now, but he didn't say a word in the end.

Why is that?

Jiang Yuzhen stared at the emaciated and thin back, and the plain and uncomplicated trousers were half shorter than the average boy. He had seen it with his own eyes, the little lunatic holding one man's shoulders by one hand, walking down the streets chicly.

It was him who broke away from the two lives of the conjoined baby.

He stared at Sun Yiwen's back again and again, his eyes gradually darkened, and the sultry air flow made him feel dull. I do not know which moment triggered his memory of Feng Chen. He remembered the phrase in the book of little madman many years ago-lifegoeson ... andon

He probably understood the meaning of this statement.

"If there is no regret in life, it should be boring."

Does Sun Yiwen think so? Let it be at your mercy, never fight back, but just look at you with a pair of clear eyes. The small beautiful body should not be timid, but tough.

That trickle of tenacity.

It was a hot summer noon, and Jiang Yu hugged three potted plants and left the bird and bird market. When he drove home, he must not be idle. He organized the purchases into a suitable place.

When he was finished, he went to the study and turned out the page of stationery from the drawer. With dozens of lines on the page, he can memorize it from beginning to end. The madman's more than 30 years of life has become a character, concentrated in these dozens of lines of words, precious, enough to make people cry.

He, as well as the gentle-eyed man, mixed these dozens of lines. As for the weight, he didn't need to ask, he couldn't figure it out.

Put away the stationery, Jiang Yuxi leaned back to the desk, holding the mobile phone relaxedly, holding down the recording button in the WeChat dialog box.

"I didn't ask you yesterday, what time will it be tomorrow?"

About an hour later, there was a tired tone and said, "I don't know. I'm going to Ethiopia to make a stopover. I just arrived at the city airport. I will take a taxi and go back to city A tomorrow."

"Then I won't pick you up and be safe on the road."

"Wash it up at home and wait for me. I'll hold it for two years."

Jiang Yuxi's left hand knocked on the table unconsciously, the rhythm was light, and the corner of his mouth let out a real smile.

After sitting for twenty hours in a row, their medical volunteer team only arrived in City A. The teammates were excited and impatient, and they had made up the next trip together. They slept in the dark, and then went out for a meal. They are not used to eating African food. In the past two years, their stomachs have no water and no oil drips.

Their walk was quite spectacular, and Wu's large troops passed the security check and headed for the exit.

Zhou Hao waved goodbye to the crowd and dragged his suitcase forward. Suddenly, someone patted him behind. He stood still, turned his head and found no one. So, he continued to move forward, and after a while he took another blow.

Zhou Hao wasn't anxious to see who he was this time. He slowed down his steps and turned suddenly when the other party was unprepared--

The man was only seven or eight steps away, the cuffs of the white shirt were slightly rolled up, the buttons on the neckline were loosened, the lower body was black tailored trousers, and the hairstyle was changed. Into the back. Smell with your nose, the smell on your body hasn't changed, it's the same perfume as before.

"I'm not saying I'm going back alone." The strange words were still familiar.

Jiang Yuying licked his lips, a little nervous, "I'm idle anyway." But his eyes were arrogant, and he looked greedily at the little lunatic.

Zhou Hao turned around awkwardly, carrying Jiang Yuyan on his back, and then he dared to grin.

Dumu took his suitcase and followed him.

"Where is your car?"

"In parking lot 2, let's go."

On the way home, the two didn't talk much, Zhou Hao leaned on the seat and gave a nap. There was a traffic jam ahead and the car was behind the team.

Jiang Yu turned his face sideways, his eyes softened and turned into water.

Zhou Hao suddenly opened his eyes and caught his current voyeur. "Look at me again."

Jiang Yuzhen tilted his head slightly, and smiled slightly, "tanned."

"The man's black spots are okay, I haven't said you yet, you have changed so much." With that, Zhou Hao reached out and touched his hair. "Has gel?"

Jiang Yudi grabbed the troubled hand, "Don't touch it."

"Well, pretend to be handsome, and get me back when you return."

The vehicles in front cleared, and Jiang Yuzhen drove carefully to leave the intersection.

When he got home, Zhou Hao couldn't bear the greasiness on his body, and rushed to the bathroom immediately. Just listening to the rushing water inside, Jiang Yuxi inevitably felt itchy, and he went into the closet and took in the newly purchased pajamas.

After the glass partition, the flesh-body was hidden in the dim hot air, and it was not hot or tense. His forehead was covered with tiny sweat beads, and his throat rolled down, even the voice shivered. You put it here. "

Zhou Hao turned off the shower, and his voice was quiet, and he found that Jiang Yuzhen was also inside.

"Jiang Yu, come, help me tickle, I can't reach behind." Zhou Hao threw an olive branch to him sincerely.

Dumbo swallowed his mouth and opened the partition, and he asked angrily, "Where?"

"Just the back."

Dumbfounded scratching, "It's almost there, it's too hot, I'm out."

"You don't care."

He said to himself, afraid of what the other party might have misunderstood, "It's really hot."

Zhou Ha suddenly laughed and shoved him, "Once you're done, hurry out."

"What are you going to eat now?"

"Leave me alone. I ate on the plane."

Jiang Yuxi exited the bathroom and went to the study room for a while. After a while, the little lunatic had finished washing. He opened the door and then heard him calling.

With a book spread out in my hand, my mind was long gone without reading a few lines. He followed his heart and went to the bedroom.

"Who just called?"

Zhou Hao brushed her hair and said, "For an uncle in my hometown, I will go back to my hometown the day after tomorrow. I want to take over my grandparents."

"Just right, so is Jiangbei's house."

The topic shifted, Zhou Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, pretending to be confused, "You were strange in the bathroom just now." Then he glanced down at someone's crotch.

Eager to escape, Jiang Yu grabbed the head of the lunatic, and even kissed him with the towel on his head. The scent of shower gel after bathing is mixed with the mint flavor in the man's mouth, which intentionally or unintentionally stimulates the woody adrenal glands.

"How about chewing gum?" The tip of the nose matched, and the breath had been chaotic.

"Well, in ... plane ..."

Before the words were over, the man was blocked again. The previous tasting can no longer satisfy the vigorous energy. He stayed on the wood and pulled the lunatic to the bed, covering his eyes with that semi-wet towel.

"What are you doing?"

"A new trick for research."

...

Zhou Hao was tossed out of strength, lying softly on his back, lying on the bed, humming and babbling in his mouth, Jiang Yu stood up and dressed, holding his little cheeks flushed,

"Speaking again?"

Zhou Hao did not answer him, the humming in his mouth was obviously much heavier.

"Get up, wash and wash, and you don't feel uncomfortable."

"I don't want to abandon your children. I'm exhausted and I want to paralyze."

Jiang Yuzhen pumped a few sheets of paper and wiped his back, at least visually refreshing.

Later, Zhou Hao couldn't remember, he fell into a long sleep. When he woke up, it was dark in the bedroom, and the light that penetrated the curtains was too clear for morning or night.

He turned on the phone screen, showing 18:21, and closed his eyes again, feeling faint.

"I just came back today and brought you coffee beans, the specialty there. When do you have time to meet?"

Zhou Hao sent a message to Xiao Sun. The most recent conversation was still about two years ago to ask him to go to the People's Park, so long after.

He held a cold light cell phone and waited for a reply with all his heart. At seven o'clock, there was no answer on that end.

Jiang Yuzheng pushed in the door in time to enter with a light movement. "Wake up? Get up to eat."

Zhou Haochin blinked at him, his face hidden in the dark with a bit of shackles, the chaotic look of half asleep and awake. He didn't get up, and still lay on the bed, the glowing cell phone rested next to the pillow.

But I don't know, this kind of confusion, in Jiang Yan's eyes, has a kind of teasing meaning. The man's throat knot rolled from top to bottom, his lips were tight, and his eyebrows were drunk.

"Hurry up." He had to cover his heart with words that were not emotional.

Zhou Hao changed his body, turned his back to the man, and the man took a step and walked to the bed a little bit, and at the same time, he faced the desire in his heart.

Jiang Yu stepped lightly and firmly in front of Zhou Hao's eyelids, blocking out the weak light outside, and the person on the bed turned over again and carried his back.

Somewhat dull, he said, "What's up? Get up and eat."

Zhou Hao then twisted his body, and gently tossed with his left hand. In the faintness, four pairs of eyes were facing each other, flashing with passion.

"Why?" Jiang Yu's throat knot moved again.

Zhou Hao finally laughed and couldn't help but laugh and waited for him to laugh, then he said, "You really stay."

Knowing that he had been teased, Jiang Yuzhang pushed the boat down the river, mainly anti-passengers. In the bedroom for a time, he could only hear the snoring of four petals.

The untimely text message prompt sounds bad.

Zhou Hao went to pick up the phone subconsciously, and Jiang Yuzhen held his two hands together, his fingers crossed.

"Don't, kiss, cell phone ..." On and off, take a roll from Jiang Yu's tongue, and then shed.

Jiang Yuzhang let him go for a while, leaving him a little space to check the information, but his hand was still fumbling to ignite the ignition.

"Okay, I can do it anytime." This is Xiao Sun's reply.

Zhou Hao typed a few words, "Can you do it tomorrow?"

Jiang Yuzheng looked at it, and the name displayed at the top of the screen was Wenwen. The love just bloomed-the desire suddenly swept away, and his face became bland white water.

Zhou Hao saw the jealousy of the man, left his mobile phone, and talked with the man, saying, "It's not easy to go abroad. I brought some special products and Wen Wen.

"I didn't think much."

Dead duck mouth hard!

Zhou Haojin smiled, as if coaxing a child, "OK, you don't think much."

At this time, he has nothing to say, but he can't say anything about the lunatic.

"Otherwise call him over for a meal tomorrow. I happen to be out of work. I'll get up early and go to the market to buy food."

"Okay." Jiang Yu said sternly.

Zhou Hao's eyes narrowed at the man, and the taste of vinegar was really heavy.

"Don't think about it?"

"No, I met him yesterday and planned to call him for a meal."

Zhou Haojiu smiled, and got up from the bed, "Walk around, eat!"

Jiang Yu froze, with a calm face, asking, "Are you still doing it?"

"Eat first, fill your stomach and eat you."

"Who eats who?"