It was very late, Zhou Hao had already showered and was about to go to bed, when the mobile phone on the bedside table rang, and the screen displayed "Wenwen".
The noisy bell rang for more than ten seconds in the small bedroom at night before Zhou Hao pressed the answer button.
"Old Zhou, I'm not going back today..." Sun Yiwen said cautiously.
"Up to you." Zhou Hao hung up the phone.
At half past ten in the night, the ceiling lamp on the ceiling emitted a faint white light, and Zhou Hao couldn't help casting his gaze over it. How long has he not looked at the lights so seriously, it seems a long time.
Looking up, his neck felt a little sore, and he gradually lowered his gaze. Then he saw the TV in the bedroom that had never been turned on. On the dark screen, there were a few post-it notes, all of which were Sun Yiwen's masterpieces—
"Smoking is not allowed more than twice a week!"
"eat on time!"
"Don't drink cold ones!"
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In fact, not only the TV, but also any blank space has been "spoiled" by Sun Yiwen so wantonly, including wardrobes, cabinets, refrigerators, and bathroom mirrors...
Zhou Hao got up, tore off all these obtrusive post-it notes, kneaded them into a ball, and threw them into the trash can.
After quitting smoking for many months, I suddenly committed a crime. His footsteps were sloppy, his blood boiled with the factor of hunger, Zhou Hao searched all over the house but couldn't find a cigarette. Finally, he put on his down jacket and rushed out, went to a small supermarket nearby, and bought a pack of cigarettes.
Regardless of the freezing weather around him, he tore open the cigarette case and smoked one while standing outside. After taking the nicotine, he seemed to feel better instantly.
After pumping half a pack in a row, Zhou Hao didn't notice the chill. He didn't walk back slowly until his legs and feet became stiff.
I had a good life in this hopeless life, but you had to intervene, I got used to you, and you pushed me back to the old days.
You just toss me hard, you can toss as much as you want, I'm fucking crazy, and you don't have to worry about me.
"Sun Yiwen, you're even more of a bastard than Jiang Yuqian..." Zhou Hao was in a daze like a ghost who couldn't find his way in the street in the middle of the night.
When I got home, it was almost twelve o'clock. The temperature difference between inside and outside was huge, and the glass windows were full of regular and orderly drops of water. Zhou Hao stretched out his index finger and drew a mark. The coldness of his fingertips made him wake up a lot.
His head was swollen, and it must have been another night of insomnia. In fact, he hadn't suffered from insomnia for a long time. It's just that the old problem has recurred these days.
The two orange cats are already asleep in their sleeping bags. This was bought by Sun Yiwen on Taobao a while ago. It is made of cotton wool and rolled into the shape of a small house.
Zhou Hao looked at the kittens and carried them to his bedroom together with the sleeping bag. Then, he was busy doing laundry, mopping the floor, and wiping the furniture.
When people are busy, there are fewer miscellaneous things in their minds.
After finishing the work at hand, Zhou Hao returned to the room. Both the furniture and the TV seemed to have changed. The smooth surface is too clean, nothing at all.
"It doesn't look good..." Zhou Hao muttered. Then, he leaned over the desk and wrote countless post-it notes with a signature pen.
"Hao Hao, stop smoking!"
"Haohao, eat on time!"
"Haohao, you have a bad stomach, don't eat Daliang's food!"
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These instructions came from his father and his grandparents in the countryside, except that Comrade Xiao Sun was absent.
He wrote down these with pen and ink stroke by stroke, and pasted them in large and small blank places at home, densely pasted. In the small bedroom, his father, grandparents' care is overwhelming.
He is a child from the countryside, who belongs to the countryside of a small county, and belongs to the fertile soil in all seasons. He shouldn't have anything to do with anyone in this big, rich city, he should always be alone.
Accompanied by two orange cats, Zhou Hao fell asleep.
The next day, Zhou Hao went out as usual, passing by a morning tea shop near the subway station, he even went to eat a basket of crab roe soup dumplings.
He who loves life so much and is loyal to it, no matter what, he has to be happy.
When he met a homeless young man playing guitar in the subway station, Zhou Hao even took out three hundred-yuan red tickets and threw them into the young man's guitar box.
Every time I pass by this location, I always meet this decadent young man. He has always turned a blind eye to him. Today, he has done something earth-shattering.
Three hundred yuan was enough to shake the world for a penny-pinching him.
Among the piles of cool-colored banknotes, the pink banknotes stand out from the crowd and are independent from the world. They are so conspicuous that they make people want to cry.
The young man stopped Zhou Hao and insisted on playing a piece of music for him, but Zhou Hao politely refused, saying that he had to rush to work.
"Good luck!" Meeting by chance, Zhou Hao silently prayed for this decadent young man in his heart.
After a day's internship, Zhou Hao came out of the hospital, and once again, he saw Jiang Yuqian again. Under the black windbreaker is a suit and tie, which should have just come from the company.
Zhou Hao walked over with his hands in his pockets, this time it was him who took the initiative, "Jiang Yuqian, have you had dinner yet?" It was neither salty nor bland, and he couldn't hear the emotion in the words.
Jiang Yuqian was too surprised, he was stunned for a while, then twitched the corner of his mouth, "Not yet."
Zhou Hao sniffed, "Let's go, I'll treat you to Mala Tang."
Zhou Hao led Jiang Yuqian, and the two walked across the school's tree-lined avenue, around the back of the boys' dormitory building, and went to the back street.
It's still the same one from yesterday, with the same amount of 30 yuan, more spicy and less spicy, and more vinegar. After Zhou Hao finished ordering, he began to teach Jiang Yuqian "hand by hand", with utmost gentleness and patience, and finally made Jiang Yuqian a bowl of spicy and spicy food.
Jiang Yuqian couldn't touch anything spicy, so he endured a few mouthfuls first, his throat was sore from choking, and a bottle of mineral water was not too cold, so he drank more than half of it.
Zhou Hao ignored the people at the table, and when the time was almost up, he raised his head with a surprised expression, "I forgot, you can't eat too spicy food, blame me, blame me."
Zhou Hao knocked his head a few times reproachfully, and then he gave half of his bowl to Jiang Yuqian.
Everything was unbelievably weird, Jiang Yuqian stared blankly at the people who were busy sharing food in front of him, it was too like a dream.
He loosened his tie, ate half of what Zhou Hao gave him, and drank the remaining half bottle of water after eating.
Although it was less spicy, his throat still seemed to be on fire.
He couldn't refuse the tenderness that the little madman gave at this moment.
"Let's go." Zhou Hao said.
Jiang Yuqian followed him out, and the two strolled around the school playground. It's winter, and there are not many students running on the playground, but there are a few couples of students walking along the track.
The two of them are also like a young couple, walking sweetly into the winter, neither feeling cold nor bored, just walking around the runway.
The idle journey was almost over, Zhou Hao brought Jiang Yuqian back to his and Sun Yiwen's home. When the door was opened, two orange cats came up and stared eagerly at the owner who had returned home.
"You still have a cat." Jiang Yuqian was just looking for something to say.
Zhou Hao squatted down, touched the cat mother's head, looked up and smiled, "It's not mine, it's my boyfriend's."
Those eyes were so innocent that they could kill people, Jiang Yuqian raised his eyelids, and the previous light was lost in his eyes.
Jiang Yuqian walked around the small house, carefully looking at every inch, and it was still a clean and tidy place. It seems that as long as the little lunatic lives, he will always wipe everything clean and put everything neatly.
The countless silent post-it notes at home attracted Jiang Yuqian's attention. He walked to the refrigerator and stared at the words on the post-it notes. What was written on it was - "Haohao, don't eat ice!"
Zhou Hao was busy with his own affairs, and after eight o'clock, Sun Yiwen still didn't come back, so he came out of the bedroom.
He leaned against the door with his arms crossed, and asked Jiang Yuqian expressionlessly, "Do you want to take a bath together?"
Jiang Yuqian stopped the hand that was teasing the kitten, and then turned his head suddenly. He couldn't see what was hidden in the little lunatic's eyes. After a long time, he choked out a cry from his throat, "Okay."
From the sink in the bathroom, to the small bay window in the room, and finally turned enthusiastically to the double bed. The two were naked, with their skins intertwined. Apart from the "meowing" of the two kittens at home, there was only the gasping between the two men.
Following Jiang Yuqian's gentle manipulation, Zhou Hao's body trembled uncontrollably, which was a physical pleasure.
He completely submerged himself in the flood of desire, his head gradually emptied, and then gradually filled with thoughts.
He is not a fool, every time Sun Yiwen hides in the bathroom to answer the phone in the middle of the night; every time he answers the phone, he will not come home the next night; also, he heard it, it is clearly a man's voice on the phone...
His only thought now is: Sun Yiwen, you fucking come back quickly! Look at what your husband and I are doing! Open your fucking eyes to see clearly!
Of course, Sun Yiwen, who has not returned, cannot see everything carefully planned by Zhou Hao.
Afterwards, Zhou Hao lit a cigarette and leaned on the bedside to puff. Full of irony, there was a post-it note posted on the wall beside the bed - "Haohao, no more smoking!"
Jiang Yuqian also leaned quietly on the head of the bed, turning his face to the side and staring at Zhou Hao all the time. He couldn't understand the little madman, but he felt so sorry for the little madman, but he couldn't do anything.
After a long time, Zhou Hao noticed Jiang Yuqian's gaze. He turned his face and raised his chin, "Do you want one?"
Jiang Yuqian pursed his lips and remained silent, then, like crazy, he leaned close to Zhou Hao's mouth fiercely, sucking the smell of tobacco in his mouth.
After the madness swept through, he said with great remorse and distress: "Haohao, I'm sorry..."
Once again, he chose to express his apology in such a quiet and delicate environment.
But what's the use? What is the use
Zhou Hao let Jiang Yuqian bite the corner of his mouth for blood, and then lit another cigarette with the cigarette butt in his hand. He raised his eyebrows and said to Jiang Yuqian with a smile, "You know where you are lying now, Whose is it?"
Jiang Yuqian's eyes dimmed, and he didn't speak.
"It belongs to my boyfriend. He should have been lying there. He didn't come back today." Zhou Hao said to himself, "Jiang Yuqian, did you say where he went?"
Jiang Yuqian's eyes were covered with mist and gradually turned red. He gritted his teeth and said, "You won."
Then there was a hasty and hurried dressing sound, and Jiang Yuqian walked away in despair.
Zhou Hao finally burst out laughing when he heard the door slam shut. Tired of laughing, he walked to the bay window with a cigarette in his hand, looking out at the silent night and the pedestrians shivering in the cold wind.
Not long after, he saw Jiang Yuqian, and Jiang Yuqian sat back in the car, but the car remained motionless, still parked downstairs.
"Idiot!" Zhou Hao stared at the car and cursed in a low voice.
Who is he scolding
He scolds whoever is a jerk.