In the morning, Zhou Hao ordered a bowl of wontons, and when he finished eating and was washing the dishes, Sun Yiwen came back.
Zhou Hao pretended not to hear anything, he turned on the water from the faucet to the maximum, the water jet hit the white porcelain bowl violently, splashing countless tiny water droplets.
"Old Zhou." Sun Yiwen leaned against the kitchen door and called out.
Zhou Hao ignored him.
"You've already eaten breakfast, I bought you some breakfast on the way." The soft voice came, innocent and harmless.
Zhou Hao turned off the faucet, turned around indifferently, and looked down at the plastic bag in Sun Yiwen's hand.
Sun Yiwen was terrified by him, and moved his fingers unconsciously, and the plastic bag made a sizzling noise immediately.
"You can keep it for yourself."
Zhou Hao wiped his hands that were red and swollen from the cold, walked to the entrance and bent over to change his shoes. Sun Yiwen kept running behind Zhou Hao like a little tail.
Zhou Hao changed his shoes, and he changed his shoes too.
The two went downstairs together. In an old-fashioned house, the cement floor of the stairs is full of black spots and stains accumulated over the years, and the walls are also moldy and stained in one piece or another; The nagging voice is either urging the children to get up quickly, or complaining about the pitifully low wages and having to get up early every day...
Day by day, these men and women always have endless things to say, and once the door is closed, the chatter comes and goes. How can there be so much nonsense to say? Can't they calm down quietly
Until he left the community and walked to the subway station, Sun Yiwen timidly followed behind, and Zhou Hao had no intention of answering him at all.
"Old Zhou, I will never stay out at night again." Sun Yiwen pitifully begged for mercy.
Zhou Hao didn't stop at all, his expression remained the same, he kept walking forward.
Aggrieved, Sun Yiwen hurriedly chased after him, stopped Zhou Hao, and the plastic bag in his hand sizzled again.
"Old Zhou, don't ignore me."
Zhou Hao stared blankly at the face in front of him. These days, he was just like teasing a child. Unexpectedly, he was still a brat who was not familiar with him. He stole a lot of candies from home and ran away.
"Liar." Zhou Hao uttered this from the bottom of his throat, his lips barely moving.
"What did you say?" Sun Yiwen thought he had heard wrong.
"You are all liars! You people here are all liars!"
Now, Zhou Hao became a child, standing on the cold and windy street, cursing these bad guys in a low voice with aggrieved voice.
Out of place, piercing through bones and flesh, he was possessed by his childhood little Haohao.
Sun Yiwen grabbed Zhou Hao's arm and shook it, "Old Zhou, I was really wrong."
Zhou Hao squinted at the plastic bag in Sun Yiwen's hand, his eyes were on fire, he snatched it away, then threw it into the trash can.
"See what else you can use to lie to me!"
"Old Zhou..." Sun Yiwen was startled.
Behind the village of grandma’s house, there should be only bare branches left on the mulberry tree. I don’t know if there are groups of ants underneath. Will they hide for the winter because they are afraid of the cold
Zhou Hao left Sun Yiwen behind and entered the subway station. He also wanted to hide, and he also wanted to have a quieter winter.
The people in the big city made Xiao Haohao feel cold, and Xiao Haohao also wanted to hide for the winter.
At night, Zhou Hao saw Jiang Yuqian again. Just like yesterday, he walked over and struck up a conversation.
Jiang Yuqian stood there for a while, his face was blushing with a youthful look, and he exhaled white mist from his mouth and nose.
Zhou Hao narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Why are you here again?"
The words are light and ordinary, as if the two have been together and have never been separated, as if when he comes home on the weekend, the little lunatic always asks him, what do you want to eat this week
Jiang Yuqian opened his mouth slightly, only the little lunatic in front of him could be seen in his eyes, his lips opened slightly, and then closed slightly, he hesitated to speak, unable to speak.
"Not to mention pulling down."
Zhou Hao made a mischievous gesture and was about to move forward. As expected, Jiang Yuqian grabbed him.
"Why?" Zhou Hao's eyes were half-closed.
Jiang Yuqian gripped his hands even tighter, pursed his lips, but still didn't say a word.
In a contest between men, one look is enough.
Jiang Yuqian's eyes were filled with a ferocious beast, devouring blood and devouring bones. The desire was so deep that the ferocious beast was about to jump out.
Zhou Hao rolled his eyes, looking at Qingqingche without distracting thoughts, but only the childhood Haohao hidden in his heart knew how much he wanted to kill the bad guy in front of him.
Enough is enough.
Zhou Hao followed Jiang Yuqian into the car, sat in the co-pilot's seat, and drove to a nearby five-star hotel.
Double round bed, wrinkled duvet, panting from time to time due to excess, male hormones, filled the room with dizzy heating.
…
This is a life-and-death, almost "sacrifice for love" sex.
Zhou Hao lit a cigarette and lay shirtless in the middle of the big bed. His eyes gradually shrank to a small dot and cast them on the warm yellow chandelier of the hotel.
Suddenly, a hand covered his eyes, "don't look".
Zhou Hao moved that hand away, sat up, and handed the remaining half of the cigarette to Jiang Yuqian, "Smoke it up."
Jiang Yuqian took it, took a breath, frowned, and coughed chokingly.
Zhou Hao was suddenly happy, and muttered, "It's really useless!"
Jiang Yuqian turned his face to look at the little lunatic, the light shone on the little lunatic's face, both good and evil. He took a deep breath of the cigarette, pried open Zhou Hao's teeth, and spit it all out. Now Zhou Hao was choked and coughed again and again.
"Who is useless?" Jiang Yuqian asked with a smile.
Zhou Hao hummed and stopped talking.
The remaining half of the cigarette butt was finally smashed into the ashtray. Zhou Hao was dragged by Jiang Yuqian to the bathroom, and the two of them took a shower together to wash off the sweat and sticky matter on their bodies.
Sitting on the head of the bed, Jiang Yuqian wiped Zhou Hao's hair, and the soft towel completely wrapped the little lunatic's head. Jiang Yuqian slowly and carefully rubbed the hair under the towel.
Zhou Hao picked up the phone, only to find that there were several missed calls from Sun Yiwen on the phone. Opened WeChat, and countless voice messages popped up.
His fingertips rested on the screen, but he didn't click to open the dialog box.
Jiang Yuqian's hand stopped, and all he could see in his eyes was the note - "Wenwen". Veins protruded from the back of his hand, and he didn't even realize it, the strength in his hand suddenly became heavier.
Zhou Hao hissed, and looked up at the person beside him.
Another innocent look in his eyes! It makes you so angry that you can't bear to yell at him. Jiang Yuqian's eyes dimmed instantly, and he didn't want to say a word in his throat.
He didn't want to say it, but Zhou Hao wanted him to.
"Jiang Yuqian, you're pulling my hair."
After a long time, Jiang Yuqian choked out a sentence from the depths of his throat, "How did you... give me a note?"
Zhou Hao grinned and smiled stiffly, his eyes fell back to the phone screen, and then, he clicked into the dialog box, and opened those voice messages one by one.
"Old Zhou, I'm sorry."
"When will you come back? I'll make you an egg pancake."
"The two fat guys miss you."
…
After Zhou Hao heard everything, he panted heavily, "Liar!"
Gradually, the anger disappeared and was replaced by an unspeakable silence, and the little lunatic fell into a terrible silence.
Sun Yiwen met a man behind his back, and he slept with a man behind his back. Between the two, who is more hateful? Still, none of them are hateful, and all of them are pathetic.
"I'm going back." After finishing speaking, Zhou Hao began to rustle into his clothes. He had just put on the sweater and was about to put on his coat again.
Jiang Yuqian couldn't stand the silent stimulation anymore, what did this person think of him! Friends with benefits? Pull up your pants and leave. Where are you going? Go back to the little lover.
He clamped the hands of the little lunatic and pressed him down on the bed again.
The fierce beast in his eyes finally jumped out. With scarlet eyes, he questioned Zhou Hao: "What do you think of me!? Talk!"
Zhou Hao immediately kicked, broke free, and put on the outermost down jacket.
"What do you think I am!?" Jiang Yuqian still didn't give up.
Zhou Hao, who was touching the doorknob, turned around and said blankly: "What else can the two of us be? Just as you think."
Zhou Hao opened the door and walked out.
The winter wind of a big city blows all over the sky, penetrates into the skin and blood, and the whole body trembles for it. Zhou Hao wrapped his down jacket tightly and walked to the subway station.
When the subway arrived at Minlin Station, it was still at the same position as yesterday, and the young man playing the guitar was still there. Zhou Hao touched his pocket, and there were two hundred yuan left in it, which he threw into the guitar case.
The young man no longer remembers who Zhou Hao is. People come and go every day, who will remember a kind person who met by chance.
This time, the young man still insisted on singing a song for Zhou Hao in order to express his gratitude. Zhou Hao had no reason to refuse, he accepted it frankly.
"What song can you play?" Zhou Hao asked.
"You can order any song." The young man said neither humble nor overbearing.
Zhou Hao rubbed his hands and thought for a while, "See you again at Erchome, will you?"
The young man smiled, tried the microphone in front of him, and the sound of gurgling water suddenly sounded, followed by a Cantonese song that the young man put together with a hoarse, smoky voice.
Deep and intoxicating, the winter in the big city is a little warmer.
"In the record store, foreign songs came
That kind of happiness is suddenly needed by me
Not kind, at least not like, as mysterious as you
Love and tone, with nostalgia, become depressed
It turned out to be very happy, but I didn't realize it
…”
After a song, Zhou Hao said "thank you", and then walked into the crowd without nostalgia.