As the old saying goes, if you survive a catastrophe, you must have a future blessing. Zhou Hao lay at home in a daze for a few days, always wondering where his supposed blessing would go? I didn't think about it, so I went to the hospital to report.
The doctors and nurses in the same department also heard about their near-death in Taishui, and surrounded Zhou Hao one after another, asking him to tell something thrilling.
Zhou Hao repeated one sentence over and over again: he was suppressed for three days and was rescued later.
When they couldn't ask any questions, they dispersed one after another.
A little nurse reminded Zhou Hao that in the past two months, a boy always came to their department to inquire about his whereabouts.
"I see." Zhou Hao guessed it was Sun Yiwen, and asked again, "You didn't tell him, I went to Taishui not long ago."
"No, just tell him you're on a business trip."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome," the little nurse looked down at the nurse's watch on her chest, "The boy will have to come over after a while."
Zhou Hao now sits with the teacher in the clinic, records the case by the side, or helps the patient do some simple examinations. It's still a while before I go to work at 8:30. He took out the multigrain cakes and soy milk he bought in the morning and ate them. He ate half of the bread when he heard someone calling him,
"Zhou Hao, someone is looking for him!"
Walking out of the department, I saw Sun Yiwen standing in the aisle. The last time I saw him he was still wearing a padded jacket, but now he was wearing a thin coat.
"How did you come here?"
Sun Yiwen saw the big pancake in his hand, and said stupidly, "You like pancakes, I can make them, and I will deliver pancakes to you in the morning."
Zhou Hao led him to a place where no one was around.
"What's up?"
"I heard they said you were on a business trip and asked when you would come back, but they didn't say anything, so I just came to check every day."
Zhou Hao pursed his lips and remained silent, a little surprised.
It would be a lie to say that he didn't swing in his heart. Such a handsome and handsome boy, who brings you meals and waits for you every day, is emotional and will always be touched.
Right now, Sun Yiwen had all his attention taken away. He could only see the charming figure in front of him infinitely magnified and glowing in his pupils. He couldn't help reaching out and touching Sun Yiwen's cheeks, which were smooth and smooth.
The touch in his hand made him tremble again, what is he doing
Sun Yiwen smiled shyly, lowered his head, embarrassed.
"Come to my house at night, I have flour in the kitchen, enough for you to make several big pancakes."
"Okay... okay."
For a whole day, Zhou Hao was absent-minded. For a while, he thought about how much flour was left at home, and whether it was enough to spread; On the way back at night, he was still thinking about whether he should go to the supermarket to buy something.
Thinking about this and that, my little head is full of trivial matters, and there is no room to think about other things.
No wonder, people always say, just get busy so you don't have time to worry about your scars.
However, when he was walking on the road and looked up at the sky, and the sky was particularly blue, those rotten and damp memories still invaded like a flood...
The woman who gave birth to him no longer loves him, even though there is a strong blood relationship between them;
It turned out that Zhou Hao had nothing left.
Then buy a fart of flour, spread a fart of pancakes.
When I got home at night, I got out of the elevator and found Sun Yiwen nestled in front of his house.
"You're back." His eyes were wide open, and he was still smiling.
Zhou Hao walked over with a blank expression, inserted the key into the hole, turned and twisted, and Sun Yiwen followed him into the house.
"Where is your flour?" Sun Yiwen asked.
Zhou Hao went straight to the balcony, facing the dim sky, and lit a cigarette.
Sun Yiwen glanced at him sideways, and then entered the kitchen, as if he knew the way well, groping for the ingredients and tools he needed. Sprinkle some water, knead the noodles, beat four eggs, add some milk, knead well, and then fry in the pan.
Soon, a plate of fried milk omelette was ready. Sun Yiwen brought it to the table and set it up. Zhou Hao was still smoking on the balcony. He didn't bother, didn't even make any movement, just sat obediently on the stool.
Having smoked enough, Zhou Hao stepped over.
"Is the cake ready?"
"Yeah." Sun Yiwen pushed the plate in front of him, "Try it."
Zhou Hao controlled his emotions a little bit. He pinched a piece of cake and put it in his mouth. The sweet taste stimulated Bei Bui, and there was also a milky smell.
This was also Zhou Hao's deepest impression of Sun Yiwen later on, the sweet milky scent was also clean.
The two were eating pancakes when the sound of a key jack was heard outside the door. It was Jiang Yuqian.
He obviously didn't expect a strange man to appear at home, and he was still sitting in his fixed position, eating. Taking a closer look, I felt that this person looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I met him.
Sun Yiwen recognized the person who came, it was the man at the door of the bar, probably the "boyfriend" Zhou Hao said.
In order to avoid misunderstanding, he tried to explain, but his expressions and movements were all very reserved, "That... I'm his friend, come here at night... to play."
It’s okay not to say it, but if I say it, I feel that I can’t explain it clearly.
Zhou Hao faced everything in front of him indifferently, squinting at Jiang Yuqian, as if waiting for this person's reaction.
Unfortunately, Jiang Yuqian was only stunned for a moment, and then walked into the room without saying a word.
Sun Yiwen instinctively felt that he had done a terrible thing, and wanted to explain Zhou Hao, but Zhou Hao's thoughts flew into the room at the moment, and he couldn't hear what Sun Yiwen said in his ear.
"I'm going back, you have a good talk with him."
It wasn't until the door "bang" that Zhou Hao responded. He entered the room according to his own will.
Jiang Yuqian was crossing his legs, leaning his head on the cushion at the head of the bed, playing with his mobile phone in his hand.
"Are you here today?"
His tone was much more restrained than before, Jiang Yuqian guessed that it must be the last time he mentioned the matter of breaking up the group, which made this person feel like a stick in his throat.
Jiang Yuqian put down his phone, with a sharp light in his eyes, "Who is that person?"
"It's none of your business."
Zhou Hao had already walked to the head of the bed at this time, Jiang Yuqian saw the black shadow suddenly covering him from top to bottom, reached out and grabbed him, and then ripped off his clothes like a robbery.
Familiar with a set of movements, even with your eyes closed, you can use your hands to find the correct position.
At the last moment, Zhou Hao asked pantingly, "Why are you here?"
"Fuck you."
During the whole process, the strength and speed were more intense than usual. Apart from feeling a little pleasure, Zhou Hao felt more pain in the back. He frowned and gritted his teeth, as if he was being tortured, he kept urging him to hurry up.
However, in this storm, Jiang Yuqian experienced a different feeling in the past three years. He even forgot the purpose of his visit today.
While grinding each other, Jiang Yuqian asked Zhou Hao roughly, what is his relationship with the boy just now? Where did the two of them go? Does that boy like him
Zhou Hao didn't even have the strength to speak, he was slurring his words. Jiang Yuqian wanted to find out, and tortured his body with his body.
"Last time, the bar, the door, you've seen it before."
With such a mention, Jiang Yuqian really remembered that this man seemed to have kissed the boy, and the movements under him did not decrease, but became even more vengeful.
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After this night, the relationship between the two became more chaotic. Jiang Yuqian was not in a hurry to take a bath this time, he put his arms around Zhou Hao, and Zhou Hao was pillowing on his shoulder, smoking a cigarette.
No one mentioned the last time.
The two seem to have returned to their previous state, only talking about sex, not love.
The smell in the air comes from their most intimate place. Zhou Hao spits out the smoke, takes another breath, and can always smell the smell of eroticism.
What about Jiang Yuqian? He was silent, with a balance in his heart.
On one side is Cheng Zixu, a childhood sweetheart, and on the other side, Zhou Hao, who is in love with each other. He also hesitated repeatedly in his heart as to where the two sides should lean.
In the end, many details from high school jumped into his mind, and by the way, they were also pressed on the tray on the left side. Obviously, the childhood sweetheart side weighed more heavily.
He is no longer entangled. In fact, the purpose of his visit today has been carefully thought through in the past few days.
"Zhou Hao." Jiang Yuqian shouted in a deep voice.
Zhou Hao slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, "Huh?"
"We," he said before he paused, "it's nothing..."
Zhou Hao didn't break the habit of asking the truth, especially in the matter between the two of them, he had to leave a gap. He didn't even dare to ask: Does what you said last time count? If it counts, why did you fuck me again today
Don't dare to ask, can't ask. He was afraid to ask, and this person would start to repeat the old story again, and he should be sad again.
Jiang Yuqian didn't say what was in his heart, or it was hard for him to say it. He actually came here today to tell Zhou Hao: I take back what I said last time, and we can continue to maintain this sexual relationship. But between you and me, only sex remains in the future.
Where can these words be said? I can't say it, and I can't say it. It hurts so much.
Due to his kind nature, he couldn't say these shameless words to a man who regarded himself as his family.
Since he can't say it, in the end, he can only choose love between pure and clean love and well-matched sex.
Because love is the ultimate goal of human beings.