The days flowed through daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, and I still ate a lot of frozen food, but the conditions improved a little, and the two of them would go outside every now and then.
Sun Yiwen's pancakes are getting better and better. Once you bite into it, your mouth will be full of oil, and it's delicious!
It's almost Chinese New Year, and both of them have holidays. Zhou Hao is going to take Sun Yiwen back to his hometown to visit his grandparents, and he will leave next Monday. They saved some money together and bought some good things from big cities for the two old people.
The old couple has been busy all their lives, and they have never thought about any blessings. The only son, a white-haired man gave a black-haired man. When Zhou Hao thought of his grandma's chaotic eyes, his voice trembled, "Haohao, come back at the end of the year, grandma is waiting", his heart felt sour and uncomfortable.
Having not smoked for a long time, he stood on the small balcony in the south and lit one. After taking a few puffs, he felt bored again. Facing the winter wind, his face was shaved so painfully that tears came out of his eyes accidentally.
"Old Zhou, come and see what else you want to bring?" Sun Yiwen called to the balcony.
Zhou Hao stubbed out the cigarette and walked back to the living room.
On the floor, there were two open black suitcases, which were full of clothes. Zhou Hao approached, only to realize that he only looked at the many, but in fact there were not many. Once the thick padded jacket was placed, it took up almost a third of it.
Sun Yiwen saw the redness and wetness in Zhou Hao's eyes, and silently retracted what he was about to say.
The two of them just stood in the small living room of Shilaiping, the old clock on the wall was ticking, and the two little guys meowed a few times from time to time, everything was so comfortable and warm, Zhou Hao's heart gradually Reclaimed from the old country.
Zhou Hao hugged Sun Yiwen suddenly, and put his tired head on the little man's shoulder, "Wenwen, I missed my grandma just now."
It was Wenwen, not Xiaosun, nor Sun Yiwen.
Such sour words really didn't seem to come from Zhou Hao's mouth. Sun Yiwen didn't move, and let him lean on him, supporting him with a mountain range that towered above the sky.
Wenwen understood him.
It took a long time for Zhou Hao to be freed from his sadness, and light words came out of his mouth, "Sun Yiwen, do you think we are going on a honeymoon, bringing so many things?"
The mood changes quickly before and after, leaving no gap for people to react. Fortunately, Wenwen picked it up cleverly.
"Then you'll be on your honeymoon. Rascal!"
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Jiang Yuqian moved again, from near A University to a road and district far away from A University. This time Cheng Zixu didn't call the moving company to remove his pile of used furniture.
Jiang Yuqian never went to the affiliated hospital to spy on the little lunatic again, he was forcing himself to forget the past four years.
But there are some things that you have to force yourself to get rid of, but instead, they take root and sprout in your head, cut them down with a knife, and they will take root and sprout again in the spring of the next year.
The cycle goes on and on, and it is impossible to cut it off in this life.
Occasionally, he would secretly hide in the apartment at Binjiang No. 1 by himself, staying for a whole day, and he made it a home.
The floor will be mopped every other day, the quilt on the bed is always taken out to bask in the sun, the toiletries in the bathroom are always in pairs, and the two pots of spider plants are also raised by him to be as emerald as green...
It's really like a comfortable home, full of fresh breath everywhere.
Today is Tian Bin's birthday, and he drove to the old place where they often gather.
As soon as he entered, he felt uncomfortable. During this period of time, he was almost ascetic, went to work as a rule, planted flowers and mopped the floor after get off work, these days of indulgence were too far away from him.
"Yuqian!" Jia Lin waved at him.
Jiang Yuqian walked over and only saw Zheng Shichu and Jia Lin, "Where's Tian Bin?"
Jia Linnu pursed her mouth and pointed her chin towards the table, "It's over there!"
Jiang Yuqian raised his head and saw Tian Bin holding a microphone and singing wantonly, as if he was a resident singer. The effect is good, attracting the attention of many beauties.
"True love!" Zheng Shichu snorted.
In the last fight, Zheng Shichu knocked off a piece of flesh on his face. It has been more than ten days, and there is still color on it.
Jiang Yuqian glanced at him: "What's wrong with your face?"
Zheng Shichu leaned his body and squinted his eyes, but didn't answer. Obviously, he transferred his resentment towards Zhou Hao to Jiang Yuqian. Who made them have that kind of relationship before
Jia Lin said with a smile, "I was beaten by Zhou Hao."
Jiang Yuqian became interested, and asked casually, "Fight?"
Jia Lin glanced at Zheng Shichu, who was full of anger, and searched out the local hot search video on his mobile phone, "Here, watch it for yourself, it's quite intense."
In the beginning, the two were evenly matched, but gradually, Zheng Shichu obviously couldn't stand it...
I didn't see it, but the little lunatic was pretty good at fighting.
"I'll meet that idiot again next time! I'll have to skin him! Fuck!" Zheng Shichu was still itching with hatred.
Jiang Yuqian glanced at Zheng Shichu, "If you don't provoke him, can he beat you?"
"What do you mean!" Zheng Shichu slapped the table and stood up.
…
Seeing that the two of them were about to have sex, Jia Lin hurried to smooth things over, and Zheng Shichu suppressed his anger and sat back down again. At the end of the day, there was still a sentence in his mouth, "All the points are divided, and it is still a treasure!"
Jiang Yuqian sat aside and didn't speak any more. Although his eyes were looking at the front, they felt that they couldn't focus.
Jia Lin saw everything in his eyes, except that he lamented that people were not created by nature, and as a bystander, he couldn't comfort him.
After the four of them dispersed, it was almost early morning, and Jiang Yuqian drove to Minlin District. The car parked downstairs in that old-fashioned apartment, and looked up at the third floor.
He shouldn't have come here, the self-restraint that lasted for so long, just because tonight, the success fell short.
The room is dark, maybe the two of them have already fallen asleep, hugging each other? Or is it the same as they used to, sleeping separately, with a distance between them? It's cold, will that little man curl up in the little lunatic's arms to squeeze warmth
I can't think about it, I feel panicked when I think about it, don't make yourself unhappy.
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In the morning, Jiang Yuqian was woken up by a knocking sound. He fell asleep lying on the steering wheel last night. He looked sideways out of the window, and there was a man standing outside, smiling at him.
Jiang Yuqian blinked, trying to wake himself up, but the person outside the window was still there, his lips opening and closing to speak. say what? Can't hear through the glass.
Not a dream.
Jiang Yuqian quickly rolled down the car window, and then Zhou Hao's voice penetrated into his ears, "Why are you here? I happen to have something to do with you."
If you are careless, there is also the smell of soy milk and fried dough sticks on a winter morning.
His little lunatic finally made it clear that he belonged to all living beings in the morning market life, and was a simple day that he had to go through every day.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Yuqian pretended to be indifferent.
There was only a small slit in the glass window, and Zhou Hao conveyed his words into the car through this slit, "I left something in Binjiang No. 1."
"what?"
"Are you free now?" The answer was irrelevant.
"No time." Rejecting quickly, Jiang Yuqian kept staring at the little madman's eyes, and he continued, "Go to Binjiang No. 1 by yourself at night, I'm at home."
Then the car drove away.
It was some photos from his college days, which were washed out before, but now that the phone is changed, those photos are gone, and they are out of print. He wanted to take it back for his grandparents to see how good-looking their grandson was.
The photos should have been placed in a small iron box, but I was in a hurry and forgot to take them.
Zhou Hao stared blankly at the leaving car. Just now, he had a strong desire to get those photos back, but at this moment, he suddenly didn't want to.
forget it.
He could see that Jiang Yuqian still had desires for him in his eyes, so they should stop being confused.
In the evening, Jiang Yuqian didn't wait for Zhou Hao to come. He became a stubborn man by himself, and searched all the drawers and cabinets at home, trying to find out what Zhou Hao wanted to take.
In addition to the man's previous books, there are some daily necessities and clothes, and only the photos in the iron box remain.
Jiang Yuqian sat down and looked through the photos carefully.
Among the dozens of photos, the two of them each accounted for half. Except for the little lunatic himself, the rest were almost all secretly photographed, taken while he was sleeping. It's not very clear, but you can see the general appearance.
The only group photo, the light is very dark, he is sleeping with his back to the little madman, and the little madman is giggling. On the back of the photo are five pen characters written one stroke at a time, which are regular and neat—
"Hao Hao and Qian Qian".
It was destined to be another sleepless night.
The next day, Jiang Yuqian's car was still parked downstairs at Zhou Hao's house. The one tall and one short walked past him laughing and not paying attention to him. Jiang Yuqian honked the horn several times before Sun Yiwen turned his head and looked this way curiously. Then, he tugged at Zhou Hao's clothes.
Zhou Hao also turned his head, reluctantly, their eyes met.
In fact, he didn't see the car, or he just pretended not to see it. He was going to buy things for his grandparents with Sun Yiwen today, and he would go back the day after tomorrow.
Zhou Hao walked over, and Jiang Yuqian rolled down the window.
"What's the matter?" Zhou Hao asked.
Jiang Yuqian picked up the iron box from the co-pilot's seat, and handed it to Zhou Hao, his eyes were as cold as ice, "Your things."
Soon, the car roared past Zhou Hao's ears, mixing with the cold winter wind. Hurrah whirring.
After shopping and returning home, Zhou Hao put the small iron box into the suitcase. After hesitating for a while, he opened it and took a look. Almost all the photos were there, except for the only group photo that was missing.
He picked out Jiang Yuqian's photo and threw it into the trash can, and put his own away properly.
This is to be taken back to show the old couple.