The days finally returned to the way they were before. Lao Zhou and Xiao Sun took the subway together in the morning and went home together in the evening. Sun Yiwen finished his last semester of his senior year and found an internship in an advertising company, where he was engaged in copywriting. The salary for the internship was not bad, but he always worked overtime.
A few days ago, Sun Yiwen bought him two inner sweaters, dark blue and gray, and put the same style as the old ones on the bottom of the box, "Young people, wear more lively!"
Zhou Hao didn't have much joy on his face, but he was very happy in his heart. It was the first time someone bought clothes for him.
On this day, he went to work wearing a new sweater, and the little girl in the same department praised him a lot, the color was good and the style was great. They boasted that Zhou Hao's heart was as sweet as honey.
When he got off work at night, he was still thinking about it. Anyway, it was only a few steps from the hospital to the subway station, so he simply opened the down jacket outside, revealing a brand new sweater.
People in the cold wind are very bloated from top to bottom, and even girls who love beauty don't care about foreign style, how to keep warm. He's fine, he shows off no matter what, wishing that everyone in City A could see it: Oh, that guy looks really good in a sweater. Who bought it? My boyfriend chant.
What a queer man! Little did he realize it himself.
Jiang Yuqian, who was sitting in the car, glanced casually outside, and saw that little lunatic swaggering past his car. He rarely comes here these days, occasionally, but always in the dark.
Why are you wearing so little? The clothes are still open
Jiang Yuqian didn't sit still, opened the car door, quickly caught up with Zhou Hao, and patted him on the shoulder.
Zhou Hao turned his head, the smile froze on his face, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was obviously downward. It was better to walk, but when I stood here, I felt that the weather was really cold, so Zhou Hao rubbed his hands frequently.
"What the hell is this! The clothes are still open!" Jiang Yuqian's tone seemed to be scolding an ignorant child.
Zhou Hao didn't want to deal with Jiang Yuqian, how he looked at Jiang Yuqian now, how he looked like a wet slug, sticky.
"Fortunately, I don't feel cold." After Zhou Hao finished speaking, he continued walking his own way without exchanging pleasantries.
Jiang Yuqian grabbed the little lunatic's arm, and said in a firm tone, "Get in the car, I'll see you off."
Zhou Hao didn't speak, Jiang Yuqian looked at him without hesitation, his nose and cheeks were flushed from the cold, his long eyelashes, and a pair of eyes that were always domineering... How could he have lived with people for four years? , Only now do I have the time to take a good look at the person
Seeing this, the unwillingness in my heart added a little more.
"It's quite cold outside, I'll see you off." Jiang Yuqian insisted.
Zhou Hao shook his head, looking at the man in front of him who was trying to bestow affection on him, "Don't worry, I'll go to the subway station, just a few steps away, and I'll be there soon."
The clever Zhou Hao understood very well that when he sat down, the messy matter between him and Jiang Yuqian became even more unclear.
"Put your clothes back up." Jiang Yuqian gave up. In the dispute between the two, he had never won against the little lunatic.
Zhou Hao really adjusted the zipper of the down jacket. From the bottom to the top, the brand new dark blue sweater disappeared from the sight of people in City A.
The little lunatic was all dressed, and he had no reason to hold on to him, so Jiang Yuqian turned his head and walked away.
Sitting back in the car, Jiang Yuqian stared at the figure of the little lunatic for a long time in a daze. Soon, his phone rang—
"Yuqian, when are you coming back?"
It's messed up, everything is messed up. Even if he wanted to turn around the current situation, he couldn't do it anymore. There was Cheng Zixu between him and the little lunatic. Can't turn it around, can't turn it around at all.
"I have something to do at night, so I won't go back."
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Zhou Hao took the subway to the entrance of the advertising company. It was already six o'clock, and Sun Yiwen hadn't come out yet. Zhou Hao continued the old routine and went to a nearby KFC to eat. This is what he discussed with Sun Yiwen. If he comes first, we will wait for him here.
A place with heating is good, no matter how open the clothes are, he will not feel cold. Now he took off the down jacket that was in the way outside, and took some photos of himself and the new sweater. I picked a few good-looking ones and sent them to Sun Yiwen, who soon sent him a "Like" emoji.
He smiled silly.
Since he was a child, he has been a particularly easy-to-satisfy person.
On the first day of junior high school, his mother drove him to school on a small electric stove. He was happy all day, he listened more carefully than anyone else, went to bed early at night, and finished his homework quickly.
For a child, if you give him a candy, he will remember you for a long time.
In fact, he hasn't grown up at all in all these years.
Not long after, Sun Yiwen walked up to him, and Zhou Hao was still staring at those photos.
"Old Zhou, let's go."
Zhou Hao raised his head and looked at the person with a smile, "Is he handsome?"
Sun Yiwen nodded, with an exaggerated expression, "Handsome, but he's a little worse than me."
Zhou Hao put on his coat, waved his right arm, and walked out with Sun Yiwen's head between his arms. The cold wind was bleak, the two laughed, stomped their feet, and ran to the subway station chasing each other.
"Old Zhou, look quickly, the brightest star in the night sky!"
Zhou Hao looked in the direction of Sun Yiwen's finger, and it turned out that this kid was referring to roasted sweet potatoes.
Sun Yiwen blinked, "I got paid today, guess how much it is?" Then he stretched out three fingers.
Zhou Hao deliberately teased him: "Thirty thousand?"
Sun Yiwen pretended to be angry and punched Zhou Hao: "Fuck you! I'll rob you for 30,000 yuan!"
Zhou Hao grabbed Sun Yiwen's hands, put them on his lips, and rubbed them vigorously, "Our rent for this month has been settled."
"Old Zhou, let's go, Xiao Sun invites you to pick the stars!" Sun Yiwen was getting paid for the first time, and he couldn't stop talking for a while.
They bought two roasted sweet potatoes, entered the subway station, and prepared to take them home to eat. After eating quick-frozen dumplings for half a month, in order to save money for the rent, Xiao Sun received his salary, and the two of them could relax a little bit.
Tomorrow, it is estimated that I can go to the restaurant to have a meal.
The two of them were walking when they met an evil star head-on. Zhou Hao also wondered why there is a kind of person, no matter how much he wears, no matter how naive he is, this person always smells like garbage in a hundred miles around.
Look, even after winter, Zheng Shichu is still so annoying.
"Zhou Hao!" The mouse's eyes were shrewd, squinting his eyes, he guessed the relationship between Zhou Hao and Sun Yiwen.
"Yo, I broke up with Jiang Yuqian, the standard of living has been dropping, and I'm even eating roasted yams."
If it weren't for Sun Yiwen's presence, Zhou Hao really wanted to pick up this idiot, find a place where no one was around, and have a fight.
"It's winter, even though it's cold, you still need to brush your teeth well!" Zhou Hao covered his nose gently with his hand, "Sun Yiwen, let's go, the air here is not very good."
Zheng Shichu stretched out his foot and tripped them deliberately, but Sun Yiwen didn't pay attention, and staggered forward a few steps. Zhou Hao was completely enraged, he rushed up and kicked Zheng Shichu hard.
The conflict intensified, and the two fought at the subway station, and soon a circle of people surrounded them. In the new era, people usually don't fight, they just take out their mobile phones and come up with a short exciting video.
Sun Yiwen was a little scared, and kept pulling Zhou Hao out, trying to calm down the turmoil. If you suffer a loss, you will suffer a loss, and it is better not to cause trouble.
"Old Zhou, stop beating, let's go! Stop beating!" Sun Yiwen was about to cry.
Zhou Hao grabbed Zheng Shichu's neck with his arm from behind, and Zheng Shichu was completely passive, so he could only pull his hands behind his back, grabbing whatever he wanted, and grabbed Zhou Hao's new sweater.
The new sweater was not torn, a few threads were torn, and the new clothes were broken.
Zhou Hao's eyes bled instantly, as if he was risking his life, determined to fight the bad guys to the death.
Sun Yiwen felt that the momentum was not right, so he quickly pretended to fall to the ground, and Zhou Hao let go of his hand and went to help him.
"Old Zhou, let's go, don't make trouble."
Zheng Shichu over there had just caught his breath, bent over and coughed dryly.
Zhou Hao seemed to have lost his soul, his eyes were still bloodshot red, and he said dully, "The sweater is broken."
Sun Yiwen grabbed his hand and pulled it forward desperately, "I'll buy another one from you."
Zhou Hao didn't resist, and let the little Sun Yiwen drag him into the subway station, but he was in a daze, and repeated, "The sweater is broken."
His whole body was in a state of disarray, the exposed neck was even bruised, and most of the dust was stained on the black down jacket, but he didn't care. The only thing he's conscious of: his sweater is broken.
Who will understand him? Sun Yiwen? No, Sun Yiwen would not understand.
No one can understand the grown-up Haohao, he can only curl himself up in the secret room he has woven himself, and secretly try to understand himself.
Because, his new sweater is broken.
After returning home, Sun Yiwen put the baked sweet potatoes he bought into the microwave oven and heated them up. Zhou Hao took a shower and changed his clothes.
The broken dark blue sweater was spread flat on the sofa, and the broken thread seemed to be impossible to connect.
"Old Zhou, don't look at it, let's eat!" Sun Yiwen poked his head out of the kitchen with a sideways body.
After eating, Zhou Hao washed the broken sweater. He washed it in cold water in the cold winter months, fearing that the hot water would shrink it.
Sun Yiwen was talking nonsense, telling him not to wash it, it was broken anyway, Zhou Hao just refused to listen.
Stubborn like a donkey!