Zhou Hao stood at the door of the villa, and "Ding Dong" rang the doorbell.
This is Jiang Weiyang's home. Yan Ming had mentioned to him before that he moved into Mr. Jiang's home. I shouldn't have come to trouble him, but I was really cornered and couldn't think of a way out.
Without money, it is impossible to move an inch.
Soon, Yan Ming opened the door, and smiled at Zhou Hao with the spring breeze blowing on his face, "Are you here?"
Zhou Hao hadn't seen a smile coming from the depths of his hormones for a long time, and he stared blankly at Yan Ming for a long time.
"What are you stupid about? Come in."
"Yeah." Zhou Hao hurriedly lowered his head to change his shoes, then peeped around and lowered his voice, "Where's Teacher Jiang?"
"He's in the study."
Zhou Hao touched Yan Ming's buttocks, and teased, "Is there a bud in the back?"
Yan Ming was furious: "You kid is short of smoking!"
Yan Ming led Zhou Hao to his bedroom on the second floor, pre-emptively, and told Zhou Hao honestly how and how he lived in someone's house without asking himself.
It turns out that Jiang Weiyang is currently writing a book about the diet culture of ancient emperors, mainly focusing on the Tang and Song dynasties. Yan Ming is considered the best among the few students he has led, and more importantly, he can bear his temper and calm down. Therefore, the job of this helper fell on Yan Ming.
"It turned out to be like this." Zhou Hao's playful eyes shone on Yan Ming, "As long as the helper is a helper, why do you still take the work of his wife? Take a look at your little apron."
Yan Ming was quite happy when he mentioned it, pretending to be mysterious, "Let me tell you, Mr. Jiang is still single."
"I know."
"how do you know?"
"Everyone knows that Mr. Jiang Weiyang from the Department of History is a golden bachelor from University A." Zhou Hao had an expression of you being too ignorant, "Is there anything to eat? I just ate a piece of bread at night."
Speaking of this, Yan Ming remembered that something was still cooking in the pot in the kitchen, and it was still simmering slowly.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Yan Ming left behind a fast-paced back, "The kitchen!"
Zhou Hao also went downstairs together. In the kitchen, Yan Ming stood in front of the gas stove, busy working for a while.
"Do you want me to help you?"
"No, it's fine, let's cook some porridge."
Yan Ming turned off the gas stove and served Zhou Hao a bowl. The porridge has been well cooked, it is very sticky, lily and millet are mixed together, lotus seeds are mixed in between, and the red color of wolfberry is like a small embellishment.
"I put rock sugar in it. If the taste is too bland, I also fried a few side dishes on the table."
Zhou Hao put down the bowl and looked at the second floor, "Don't ask Mr. Jiang to come down and eat together. By the way, does he know that I'm staying here for one night?"
"Yes, I told him. He's still in the study right now, let's eat first."
"Looks like a little daughter-in-law." Zhou Hao muttered.
When Yan Ming received a call from Zhou Hao, he knew that this kid had no money in his pocket. He was a master who wanted to save face and suffer. If it weren't for the fact that he had no choice, he would definitely not call himself. So without even thinking about it, I agreed. It's just that this is someone else's home, so you have to ask the owner what it means.
He hesitated at the door of the study for a long time, clenched his hands lightly into fists, but he hesitated to knock on the door, and then he knocked three times in a row.
"Dong dong dong—" The sound of the hand hitting the door was extremely crisp and clear in the huge and quiet villa.
"Come in."
Yan Ming pressed the doorknob, Jiang Weiyang was sitting at the desk, looking up at him.
"What's the matter?" Probably because he was disturbed, Yan Ming could still hear his impatience in his calm tone.
"I have a classmate who wants to stay here for one night... I want to ask the teacher, is that okay?" Yan Ming was obviously embarrassed.
Jiang Weiyang frowned slightly, "Whatever."
Yan Ming was still stunned at the door, Jiang Weiyang glanced at the man's face, "There's nothing else to do."
"Oh, it's gone." Yan Ming came back to his senses, and quickly stepped back a few steps, "Teacher Jiang, you should be busy."
The door was mercilessly closed, Yan Ming stood outside the door for a while, then went downstairs.
…
"This porridge is just right." Zhou Hao drank the whole bowl in a few sips, smashed it, "give me another bowl."
"It's really annoying." Yan Ming picked up the bowl and walked to the kitchen, "Where have you been for the past two months? You haven't answered your phone calls or text messages."
The three-headed chandelier in the dining room was as bright as day at this moment. Zhou Hao looked up and saw that it was no longer the cold light in the ward. He whispered in a very low voice, "I'm back to my hometown."
Yan Ming put the porridge in front of him, a little surprised, "Why do you want to go back all of a sudden? I asked you to go back with me during the winter vacation, but you never came back. I thought you would take root in City A from now on and never return to Qingjiang... "
"My mother is dead."
Yan Ming still had a lot to say, but all of them were swallowed right now. He looked at Zhou Hao, and saw that the man's face was covered with a layer of sadness under the trance of the light.
It was a kind of grief that was innate and inherent in nature. In fact, even though they had known each other for more than ten years, he had never really understood this friend. All he knew was that Zhou Hao was covered in thorns, like a hedgehog, as soon as someone approached him, he would immediately raise his thorns, causing blood to flow from the opponent.
For so many years, apart from himself, Jiang Yuqian was the only one beside this person.
"Where's Jiang Yuqian? Why don't you live with him?"
"separated."
There are too many things that can't be explained clearly in a few words, just like a few months ago, he might have thought that Zhou Hao had knelt on the tree of Jiang Yuqian in his life. Who would have thought? This person also has a day when he is so tired that he wants to break up.
"The little wolf dog is too much tossing on the bed, I want to try another uncle. Or, you give me your teacher Jiang?" Zhou Hao was joking again.
Yan Ming is thin-skinned and can't argue with him at all, he just curled his lips and said, "You are not allowed to make up his mind, besides, I have nothing to do with him."
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in old men, seducing him is better than seducing you." After speaking, he winked at Yan Ming ambiguously.
Jiang Weiyang was only eight or nine years older than the two of them, and he looked less than 30 years old. Yan Ming didn't think of that man as an uncle at all in his heart, he just regarded him as a knowledgeable peer. However, there is a bit of respect for the teacher mixed in here.
The two were talking happily, and Jiang Weiyang appeared in the restaurant at some point.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang." Zhou Hao got up and greeted.
Yan Ming was completely at a loss, and followed Zhou Hao to stand up, "Teacher, would you like... do you want some porridge?" Just such a sentence, he stuttered.
Jiang Weiyang nodded and sat opposite Zhou Hao, Yan Ming hurried to the kitchen to bring him a bowl of porridge.
At this time, Zhou Hao couldn't stay any longer.
"I'm done eating, you two eat slowly." Zhou Hao hurriedly left with an excuse, and then turned to Jiang Weiyang, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for allowing me to stay for one night."
Jiang Weiyang looked up at the person in front of him, and asked casually, "Which department are you from?"
Before Zhou Hao could speak, Yan Ming immediately said for him, "He is from the Department of Medicine."
This "couple" is really interesting. One asks and the other answers, so there is nothing wrong with them.
Seeing that Jiang Weiyang didn't speak any more, Zhou Hao asked Yan Ming for the wifi password at home, then turned his head and left.
When he reached the second floor, Zhou Hao realized that Yan Ming didn't arrange a bedroom for himself, and his luggage was placed in his room. It must be inappropriate to go downstairs and ask him now, come on, just sleep in his room.
Zhou Hao took a shower and found that Yan Ming hadn't gone upstairs yet. He was so bored, maybe because the sad atmosphere tonight had reached its peak, he took out his notebook from his schoolbag and updated the serialized posts on Douban.
He hadn't been on Douban for a long time, and when he opened it, there were countless message reminders, so he opened it one by one. Nothing special, a lot of people encouraged him, and a lot of people called him cheap. Turning to the bottom, I saw someone’s reply, it’s very unique, that Douyou said—
"It turned out to be very happy, I was the only one who didn't realize it... For some reason, I suddenly remembered this lyrics, Mr. Z, I hope you will be happy!"
He clicked on it and replied, "Thank you."
In an air-conditioned room at 28 degrees Celsius, the color of the home is gray-blue, the chandelier on the ceiling is irregular and three-dimensional, and there is a large single bed with a white quilt cover.
At this moment, the notebook is placed on the gray computer table, and he, sitting upright in front of the table, updates the four-year-old post—"Those Years Between Me and Mr. J"
There is a beginning and an end, and the cause bears fruit.
A lot of emotions rushed up, in the form of characters, in the sound of his crackling percussion, he wrote a sentence for this fruitless fate.
[Last month, I went back to my hometown to see my grandparents. They were very happy. Grandma slaughtered two hens that laid eggs at home and made soup for his grandson.
I lived there for a month. I work in the fields during the day, and think about life at night. Most of the time I can't think about it, because even I don't know why I think about it. Guess what I often think about
I was thinking, how old were the two slaughtered hens? How many eggs has she laid? Could a chick hatch from those eggs? You must be laughing at me on the other side of the screen, laughing at me as a two hundred and five. No normal person would think about this.
But I do, and often do.
Not interesting, many things are not interesting.
My mother used to always say: I should have sent you to your grandparents’ home in the countryside, but in the countryside, you would become a child with nothing to achieve.
When I was a child, I always thanked this woman with a prudent and grateful heart. Thanks to her, I did not become a child who achieved nothing.
But now, I wish I was a wild child growing up in the countryside, it would be nice to be carefree, but so what if I can achieve nothing? She doesn't understand me, and she won't be able to understand me again in her life.
Today is the last update of this post. The original intention of opening this post was for Mr. J, but at that time, I must have never imagined that that man would be so bad: he completely destroyed the salvation I had been longing for since I was a child.
However, in this world, where does salvation come from? In the end, people have to save themselves.
I really like a line of lyrics that a Douyou encouraged me, so let’s end with it—
It turned out to be very happy, but I didn't realize it.]