In mid-May, Zhou Hao's leg injury was almost healed, and he immediately returned to City A from Taishui.
The first thing is to ask Yan Ming to go to a high-end restaurant to be chic, but the kid refuses to go, ask him why, but he doesn't say anything.
"Cough, what are the ink marks? Anyway, it's Jiang Yuqian's money, let's go."
Yan Ming replied to him sternly: "Zhou Hao, don't spend that person's money in the future."
"Why?" Zhou Hao laughed awkwardly, "Anyway, he has money."
In fact, it's not that he doesn't understand Yan Ming's meaning.
"It's not about whether he has money, it's about," Yan Ming suddenly stopped, with a serious expression, "In short, don't spend his money anymore, if you don't have money, I can borrow it from you."
Zhou Hao sniffed, "Come on, you will be taken advantage of by me from now on."
Yan Ming suddenly felt that all words became pale, he had to tear apart the cruelest truth and let it unreservedly destroy the fantasy of the dreamer—
"Let me tell you the truth, Jiang Yuqian knew you were in Taishui. I went to him. I asked him to come with me to Taishui to find you. I bought the ticket for him. He didn't go."
Zhou Hao's eyelids drooped loosely and he didn't speak.
"Break with him, we don't care about his stinky money."
"I don't stop." Zhou Hao's eyes gradually raised from bottom to top, he reached out to touch his pocket, and subconsciously went to take out a cigarette, empty, "Fuck!"
He held back his addiction to cigarettes for more than ten years, and stood in front of Yan Ming who spoke so earnestly. He licked his dry lips, blinked his eyes frequently, and just as he was about to say something, he choked it back.
Finally, unable to tell, he pointed to the invisible end of the road and shouted at Yan Ming:
"I have nowhere to go!"
He was afraid that the people in front of him would not hear him, so he yelled again, "Yan Ming, I have no fucking way to go!"
So hysterical and so desperate. In the noisy streets of a foreign land, he became a poor man with nowhere to go.
Maybe Yan Ming understood him, maybe he didn't. However, when he turned to leave, he said, "There are so many roads, why is there no road..."
Yan Ming left, leaving only Zhou Hao behind.
The air settled instantly, and it was terribly heavy. In City A in May, the temperature was obviously suitable, neither hot nor cold, but Zhou Hao felt very cold at this time, his hands and feet were cold, and he was shivering from the cold.
Zhou Hao went to a high-end western restaurant for a meal alone, and he even ordered a bottle of the most expensive red wine in the store. He swung the red wine in the goblet, and suddenly felt that everything was meaningless.
He doesn't like these extravagances, and all his actions are like a clown who invites pets. Before he finished eating, he walked back weakly.
As soon as he entered the house, he smelled a smell of dust cooked by the sun. They formed countless small dots and fluttered on the sofa, chairs, TV screens, and thousands of them, condensing in the air. .
No one lived in the house for more than two months, no wonder.
He should have gotten busy and tidied up the various parts of the house a little, but he was too tired, so let himself be sloppy just once.
Zhou Hao casually left the luggage in his hand on the ground, and lay down on the dusty sofa. The warm smell of the sun made him fall asleep quickly.
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Jiang Yuqian saw the consumption reminder sent by the bank, and his irritability these days finally calmed down. He even thanked God from the bottom of his heart that he was surprisingly relieved that the man was alive.
Zheng Shichu on the side: "I don't know why, what are you laughing at?"
Jiang Yuqian stood up, picked up his clothes, "You guys play, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."
Back at their apartment, Zhou Hao was sleeping curled up on the sofa, huddled up like a docile little white rabbit, the thorns on his body were restrained, and his mouth would not chatter endlessly with sarcastic words.
Now he is so cute, but also very docile. Jiang Yuqian sat down and couldn't help reaching out to touch the little rabbit in front of him. The person in the dream muttered a few words, but his eyes were still closed.
The corners of Jiang Yuqian's mouth couldn't help but raise a very small arc. If this person always looks like this natural and harmless person, I'm willing to keep him here for the rest of my life, let him squander my money recklessly, and I will come over every weekend Take a look at him.
As long as he is obedient, not aggressive or troublesome, I am willing to "nurture" him.
These hazy consciousnesses are very faint, floating in his mind from time to time, even Jiang Yuqian himself didn't realize the meaning of these hazy consciousnesses—
The most direct reason for "nurturance" is either love or sex. Both should be at least the same.
This sleep went straight into the night, and when Zhou Hao opened his eyes half asleep and half awake, the living room was already pitch black. He sat up and collected himself.
"Are you awake?" Zhou Hao was taken aback by the voice coming from the empty space and being right beside him.
"I came here in the afternoon to see that you were asleep." Jiang Yuqian explained.
Zhou Hao spread his palms and rubbed his face fiercely, he was completely awake now, "Why are you here?"
"I saw the reminder on the bank card." Jiang Yuqian leaned over and touched the lump of flesh between Zhou Hao's legs, "I haven't done it for a long time."
It was not the first time for Zhou Hao to be a big girl, so the two of them rolled onto the sofa, the temperature was just right, and the warmth was suitable, and the two of them were still sweating profusely from their naked bodies.
Beads of sweat dripped on Jiang Yuqian's body, Zhou Hao squinted his eyes and panted heavily, just in time to see the person on his body moving rhythmically, his cheeks seemed to be able to see the hot blush in the dark.
The frequency of the two of them not doing much, maybe twice a week, Zhou Hao took the initiative every time, Jiang Yuqian seldom spoke.
For a long time, Zhou Hao suspected that there was something wrong with this person, or it was a religious abstinence. But today, provoked by it, Zhou Hao still didn't feel that fiery desire.
Jiang Yuqian has always been serious and unsmiling in this kind of matter, as if the two of them were dealing with a particularly solemn event.
Except for panting, Zhou Hao didn't really enjoy it much. His mind is full of strict words now:
He knew you were in Taishui, but he didn't go there.
He knew you were in Taishui, but he didn't go there.
he knows…
Gradually, these repeated words turned into: that person is cruel to the end, even if you are dying, he will not visit you! wake up!
Zhou Hao pinched his short, clean nails into Jiang Yuqian's back, pinching him to death, causing the person on him to frown and "hiss".
"relax."
Zhou Hao couldn't hear him, and his nails were still stubbornly stuck in Jiang Yuqian's flesh.
Probably also aware of the absent-mindedness of the people under him, Jiang Yuqian sped up his movements, let off steam, and ended the fierce battle early.
After finishing, Zhou Hao dragged his sore body to clean up the battlefield, and Jiang Yuqian went to the bathroom. There was a strong sweet smell in the living room, covering up the previous pungent dusty smell.
The bathroom door opened, and Jiang Yuqian hung a white towel around his neck. Zhou Hao took the towel, dried his hair carefully, and went to find the hair dryer in the cabinet.
"Angangang—" There was a noise like cutting metal, and warm air spewed out from it.
"Zhou Hao, let's break up."
When he said this, Jiang Yuqian asked himself: Am I really going to break up with this person? It's really going to break up.
Cheng Zixu already has the intention of loosening up. It is a matter of course for the two of them to be together, so the original triangle relationship must be broken.
"What?" The hair dryer was so loud that Zhou Hao could only hear the person calling his name.
Jiang Yuqian stopped his hand piercing his hair, and then turned off the hair dryer.
"I said, we broke up."
I can understand a few words, but when combined together, I can't understand them a bit.
"What's the meaning?"
Jiang Yuqian looked up at him frankly, "Give me the video and this apartment, and I won't come here again."
"Cock-pulling is ruthless?" Zhou Hao smiled ugly, "Didn't you enjoy poking my ass just now?"
Zhou Hao was completely numb to the vulgar and self-deprecating words, he just wanted to disgust the person in front of him to death.
"Cheng Zixu, Cheng Zixu, haha, he is really good. Jiang Yuqian, do you want to be with Xuxu?"
Zhou Hao's face seemed to be smiling and distorted, "Then I will post the video on the school intranet tomorrow, so that all the students can see that man's flirtatious appearance."
Originally, Jiang Yuqian still felt a little guilty in his heart, but now, it was gone, and he only felt that the person in front of him was scary.
Jiang Yuqian put on his clothes and raised his feet to leave.
At the end, Zhou Hao still asked—
"You know I'm in Taishui, right?"
The figure from behind froze, didn't look back, and didn't go any further.
There was a sudden silence, Zhou Hao picked up the pillow on the bed, and slammed it hard, "I fucking take you, Jiang Yuqian, as my family!"
It's not an ambiguous sex buddy, nor a flirtatious lover, but a family member, a place that was vacated in life after the age of seven for no reason, and he left it to Jiang Yuqian without hesitation.
But, people don't care about it at all, they don't care about the life and death of this lunatic at all.
Jiang Yuqian left, leaving Zhou Hao alone in the room, looking up at the ceiling. He remembered that his dad used to ride a bicycle, put him firmly in the fixed seat at the back, and ride around the streets and alleys.
The horn sound of "Ding Ding Ding—" is mixed with the street vendor's fried dough sticks and soybean milk, reverberating long and profoundly.
"Dad..." He was lying on the bed like a lonely and helpless child, calling his father.