The weather is getting colder and colder, the doors and windows of every house are closed, and the heating is turned on in the house. After walking outside for a while and then returning to the house, the temperature difference is so large that people doze off.
Zhou Hao also seemed to be in hibernation, always feeling sleepy and not getting enough sleep. When I took my temperature, I found out that I had a fever.
I asked the teacher for two days off, and then I just lay down at home, and I relied on takeaway for all my meals. Jiang Yuqian almost didn't come over, and Zhou Hao wouldn't call to question him anymore, because he knew that there would be no tricks in the questioning.
However, when a person is sick and weak, he always hopes to have someone close to him to help take care of him.
He finally called Jiang Yuqian, and it took the third time to get through.
"I'm sick, come and see me." Zhou Hao always cut to the point when speaking, and never concealed his purpose.
"No time."
"Just drop by after get off work, and you don't even need to carry any fruit."
Jiang Yuqian didn't like to play tricks with this person, so he directly hung up the phone.
With the busy "beep" coming from the other end, Zhou Hao knew that the tenderness he occasionally longed for had failed again.
But it doesn't matter, he can walk, eat, and take care of himself.
In the evening, the takeaway arrived. He put the takeaway box on the table and planned to go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette first. As soon as he took out the cigarette, he saw Cheng Zixu getting out of a car. Immediately afterwards, a hand was stretched out from the car to pass him the scarf.
In fact, Zhou Hao didn't see the people in the car, but he knew that it was Jiang Yuqian's car.
The interest in smoking disappeared in an instant. He returned to the restaurant and opened the takeaway box—it contained sticky sweet corn porridge. He took a sip with a spoon, it was so sweet that Zhou Hao felt a greasy suffocation in his throat.
The porridge was poured into the trash can, and the hot porridge became discarded soup, still steaming pitifully.
Zhou Hao just squatted down doing nothing, staring at the sticky porridge in the trash can, he still couldn't hold back, took out a cigarette and picked it up.
"Huh—" He exhaled a puff of smoke, and the irritability in his heart didn't dissipate, but became more condensed. For a while, he only felt that there was a breath in his heart, and he couldn't get up or down.
When Jiang Yuqian came in in a black windbreaker, he saw Zhou Hao squatting next to the trash can, with a cigarette between his fingers, not smoking, just watching with his eyes.
The cigarette butt burned more and more intensely, and became shorter and shorter, and it was about to burn between two fingers—
"What are you doing!"
Zhou Hao raised his head, saw the person coming, and smiled. He was too focused just now, and didn't hear the door open. He snuffed out the short cigarette butt that was left in his hand, and threw it into the trash can.
"Didn't it mean I'm not free?" The nasal voice was heavy, like a hoarse "buzzing".
Jiang Yuqian heard the accent in this man's voice, and asked casually, "Is it better?"
"I can't die."
There is nothing wrong with these words, but no matter how you hear them, you feel sour. Of course Zhou Hao himself will not admit that he is the one who wants to save face and suffer.
It doesn't matter if you admit it or not, Jiang Yuqian could tell anyway, this person is not very happy.
Jiang Yuqian stopped looking at him and glanced back, just in time to see the takeaway boxes on the dining table and the sticky porridge in the trash can. He took off his windbreaker and was still on the sofa in the living room. Then go into the kitchen, roll up your sleeves, wash rice and cook porridge.
Zhou Hao found it unbelievable, everything in front of him was too weird. Jiang Yuqian washed rice for cooking? Or because of his illness? He really felt like he was dreaming, he didn't even dare to say a word, for fear that the sudden words would startle the dream.
Zhou Hao completely forgot about the little jealousy just now. He was a little surprised by Jiang Yuqian's abnormality, but also enjoyed this gentle abnormality very much.
He moved to the living room, the man's windbreaker still had some cold air from outside. Zhou Hao straightened the windbreaker and sat beside the clothes cautiously. In order to hide his restlessness, he turned on the TV.
It was a variety show on TV, and the exaggerated voice of the host pierced his eardrums, and he felt that the excitement in his heart had passed a little. He looked in the direction of the dining room from time to time to see when the man came out of the kitchen.
Look, look, it's been a while.
About twenty minutes later, the eyes of the two met inadvertently. Usually an old and thick-skinned person, at this moment he looked like a young boy in love, he quickly lowered his head, waiting for the person's next words.
"The porridge is ready."
"Oh, it's all right." With a neutral tone, probably only I know what kind of fluctuations I have experienced in my heart just now.
Zhou Hao drank two bowls in a row, and he didn't look like he was sick and lost his appetite.
Jiang Yuqian was speechless the whole time, just playing with his phone. He didn't speak until Zhou Hao had finished eating,
"I have something to tell you."
The secretly happy heart suddenly became tense again.
"What's the matter?" Zhou Hao asked casually.
The two of them are at the two ends of the dining table, facing each other, and the emotional changes on each other's faces can be clearly seen.
"I like Cheng Zixu."
Crackling—the beating heart suddenly fell from the softest place in the heart, and it was smashed to pieces, with all internal organs shattered.
"I know." Zhou Hao's "militarized" expression was very calm at the moment.
"After all these years, I still can't like you."
How naked, there is not even a single word of cynicism in it, how can it hurt people so much!
"Let's stop the loss in time." Jiang Yuqian said calmly.
Zhou Hao's face gradually changed from expressionless to mocking squabbles, every moment was full of sarcasm and teasing. On the face of it, he won, but his heart has long since festered into mud, and he lost completely.
"Stop loss? I don't want it."
Zhou Hao lit his second cigarette tonight and took a deep breath, "Jiang Yuqian, I remember I said that if you dare to be with him, I will destroy him. Let's wait and see."
"Then you can try? I promise, you won't even be able to learn."
Jiang Yuqian stood up slowly, stretched his body to the opposite side, and supported the table with his arms, "It's not easy for your parents to support you to go to school, don't let them feel cold. If you can't graduate, drop out of school halfway. Even in vain."
Zhou Hao blinked vigorously, but his eyelids sagged uncontrollably, and he muttered weakly, "I'm already in the abyss, what am I afraid of..."
Zhou Hao said the broken thoughts from the bottom of his heart, and he was probably completely helpless.
"It's up to you." Jiang Yuqian went to the living room, took the windbreaker and left.
Bending over to change shoes at the entrance, Zhou Hao also walked over like a ghost.
"Jiang Yuqian," Zhou Hao suddenly hugged Jiang Yuqian from behind, sticking to his ear, "let you go, unless I die..."
"You really should see a doctor!" Jiang Yuqian opened the door and left.
There was still some porridge cooked by that man in the pot in the kitchen, Zhou Hao fell into the sink, the sound of "swiping" water sounded, and the sticky porridge was squeezed into the gap, slowly gone.
The two days of sick leave will soon be gone, and Zhou Hao also packs up and prepares to go to work. The internship position was rotated, Zhou Hao went from the inpatient department to the outpatient department, and got up earlier in the morning, but fortunately, there was no night shift.
In the crowded outpatient hall, at first glance, it is full of people. Zhou Hao happened to go to the outpatient pharmacy to help the teacher with some errands, and saw a familiar person lined up at the window. Thinking about it carefully, it was the boy who had been rescued before.
The kid was bored in the long queue, looking around boredly, saw Zhou Hao, and waved excitedly. Zhou Hao didn't want to befriend him at all, so he pretended not to see him, turned around and left after finishing his work.
Unexpectedly, that kid stopped lining up and ran over, "Zhou Hao!"
Sun Yiwen looked at the white coat on this man, and smiled shyly, "So you are a doctor."
"How do you know my name?"
"Last time, a man called you."
"You have a good memory."
Zhou Hao put his hands in his pockets and walked away with long legs.
"Hey." Sun Yiwen chased after him again, "You helped me once, but I haven't treated you to dinner yet. Let's go to lunch, I will treat you to dinner at noon."
Zhou Hao ignored him, took the elevator and left. Sun Yiwen was very happy, and after a moment of silly fun, he went back to line up again.
After that, Zhou Hao would run into that pretty boy wandering around on the first floor of the outpatient clinic every three to five times. As long as he appeared in his sight, he would run over immediately, leave a pile of food and run away.
Just like today, Zhou Hao looked at the hamburger and Coke in his hand, and then spotted Sun Yiwen who was behind the crowd not far away. Instead of throwing things away as trash, he walked over.
"You have too much money to spend." Zhou Hao raised his eyebrows, then handed back the plastic bag in his hand to Sun, "I don't eat junk food."
Sun Yiwen's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he raised his head and asked innocently, "Then what do you like to eat?"
Zhou Hao didn't like playing tricks, so he asked bluntly, "Are you trying to pick on me?"
"No...no." The head drooped, and the corners of the mouth slightly curved, "You are a good person."
nice guy? It was really the first time he heard someone describe himself like that. Zhou Hao raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already twenty past eleven.
"Come on, you treat me to a meal."
Surrounded by ecstasy, Sun Yiwen nodded and said, "Okay, okay."
There is a good hot pot restaurant near the hospital, the taste is very authentic, but when the two went there, there were more than a dozen numbers in front of them. Come on, hot pot is out of the question. Sun Yiwen suggested that he knew there was a good Japanese restaurant nearby, so the two went to eat.
The two ordered a whole table, Zhou Hao said enough, and Sun Yiwen still pointed at the menu stupidly, asking for this and that.
"Your money is all blown by the wind?"
Sun Yiwen was thin-skinned and blushed, "This is the first time I invite you to dinner, the first time..."
There is shyness in the eyes that cannot be hidden, it should mean that he likes it, or at least it means that he has a good impression. Zhou Hao could clearly see it.
"Bring me your phone." Zhou Hao spread his hands to Sun Yiwen.
Sun Yiwen didn't know, so he handed over the mobile phone, Zhou Hao took it, entered a series of numbers, and then pushed and slid across the flat and smooth wooden table.
"This is my phone number."
There was still a series of gentle numbers on the plane, Sun Yiwen dialed it, and soon Zhou Hao's cell phone rang.
"Hello, is that Zhou Hao?" Sun Yiwen asked happily.
Zhou Hao cooperated with the childlike trick, put the mobile phone to his ear, and looked at the person at the other table, "Yes."
"My name is Sun Yiwen."
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