At night, Zhou Hao asked Yan Ming to have a skewer together. Yan Ming is his high school classmate and his only friend. The two of them were admitted to the imperial capital together from the county seat.
After three rounds of drinking, the bitterness in his stomach was enough, Zhou Hao was obviously drunk, his face was dizzy from alcohol, "Boss, add five more skewers of roasted kidneys, it will be bloodshot."
Yan Ming: "You are really serious."
Zhou Hao: "What do you know, aphrodisiac."
Yan Ming has the appearance of a refined scholar, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he looks like a cultural person. He didn't intend to entangle with his friends on this kind of issue, and started to comfort Zhou Hao instead.
"Let Jiang Yuqian go, he's not thinking about you, why do you have to make trouble?"
"What about you? Why don't you let go?" Zhou Hao asked back.
Yan Ming stopped talking, in fact, in a sense, the two are very similar, both suffering from the so-called paranoia.
When Zhou Hao knew that Yan Ming liked the history teacher, the two of them had just finished their senior year.
During that time, he and Jiang Yuqian were still in the cold war, and he was in a bad mood, so he invited Yan Ming to a nearby city for a graduation trip. But he refused. He said that he wanted to help the teacher sort out the materials. Zhou Hao only thought that this nerd was stupid, and didn't force it anymore.
Then, one day, Yan Ming told him that he would never write poetry again.
Zhou Hao was a little confused, and echoed, "It's good not to write poems, you literary young men are too scary."
The man replied, "He said that writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric."
"..." But Zhou Hao still held back Chen Nian's old saliva, and asked a little more, "Who is he?"
"Teacher Jiang."
The story that followed was a secret love for a whole year. Zhou Hao doesn't like the romantic relationship, he told Yan Ming countless times, you go and tell him, what's the matter if you keep hiding it. Yan Ming didn't take it seriously, he said that platonic love only needs spiritual communication. When he stood in front of me, I was very happy.
Finally, one day, Zhou Hao met the legendary teacher of the history department. The man was Jiang Weiyang, about 30 years old, with soft and smooth hair, neither long nor short. Like Yan Ming, he wore a pair of glasses. , looks very elegant and handsome, he can be regarded as the Fengyun teacher of the history department. The girls like to surround him and ask questions, and Yan Ming likes it too.
To be honest, if you like someone, you can't hide your eyes, Zhou Hao thought, maybe that teacher knew about Yan Ming's love. But Mr. Jiang was divorced, so he probably likes women.
This is really not something that can be brightened.
Zhou Hao directly picked up the beer bottle, gurgling the whole bottle, and then put the bottle down with a "bang—" "I saw him having sex with that little bitch yesterday."
"What are they doing?"
"It's not doing anything, just sending the motherfucker home."
Yan Ming raised his glass and took a sip, "Zhou Hao, are you tired?"
"Not tired," Zhou Hao opened another bottle and drank most of it, "It's a big deal to torture each other, and don't make it easier for anyone."
Yan Ming couldn't understand his friend's brain circuit at all. However, it was incomprehensible for Zhou Hao to fall in love with Jiang Yuqian in the first place.
Love is only called love if it is consensual between two people. People don't mean that at all. He has a crush on it and has to force it into it.
So for so many years, Jiang Yuqian treated Zhou Hao badly, but Yan Ming didn't think that person was so bad.
"Is there a diuretic in it? Why do you want to pee all the time!" Zhou Hao had already filled four bottles, stood up and licked a skewer of mutton, and shouted, "I'm going to pee."
The barbeque shop was full of people, there were all kinds of people, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
After Zhou Hao finished draining the water, he stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and fiddled with the bangs on his forehead a few times. With a nose and eyes, sharp edges and corners, I can't figure out how he is worse than that little bitch.
Taking advantage of being three points drunk, he called Jiang Yuqian.
"Hello, is that Jiang Yuqian?" Dazed, he spoke completely without thinking.
The person on the other end of the phone didn't speak.
"Jiang Yuqian, I miss you..."
There was finally a movement on the other end, it was an indifferent tone that seemed to be mocking, "What trick are you playing again?"
Zhou Haojiu became more energetic, and what he said was a little childish, but now he was not as thorny as usual, and he was a little bit aggrieved, "I didn't play tricks, I miss you..."
Jiang Yuqian knew that this person was drinking, so he hung up the phone. "Duddudu—", Zhou Hao was not very sober, and continued to stand in front of the mirror and repeated, "I miss you..."
"Brother, can you let me go." A social tattoo boy impatiently pointed at Zhou Hao, thinking that he was blocking the bathroom door.
Zhou Hao quickly walked away from the mirror and staggered to his seat.
"Why have you been here for so long?" Yan Ming asked.
Zhou Hao seemed to be bewitched, his cheeks flushed and he smirked for a while, "I miss Jiang Yuqian..."
"Alas." Yan Ming sighed, and pushed the grilled meat skewers on the plate in front of the man, "Hurry up and eat."
Zhou Hao didn't drink any more beer on the table, he drank some cold water, and the two ate the remaining skewers, and it was already 8:30 in the evening. It's still early to think, and the alcohol has passed. Zhou Hao dragged Yan Ming to a nearby shopping mall.
It's unbelievable for two old men to go shopping together. It's better to go home and sleep, but the cards in the wallet should be spent.
The air conditioner in the shopping mall is fully turned on, and the moment you enter it, you feel like you are in heaven. He really had nothing to buy, so he bought two sets of clothes for Yan Ming, which cost nearly 10,000 yuan. Don't even bat an eye when paying.
"Is this Jiang Yuqian's money?" Yan Ming didn't even have to think about it.
"Um."
"Return this dress, I don't want it anymore, it's too expensive."
"Why not? His card is not in vain or in vain."
Jiang Yuqian is a wealthy master. When he was a freshman, his father entrusted him with the management of the subsidiaries under the group, and he was the legal person of the subsidiaries. In his junior year, Jiang Yuqian had a unique vision and bought a computer studio. Later, this studio developed a game software and launched it on the market, earning a lot of money.
Jiang Yuqian was not short of money, and he was willing to spend it. Over the years, at least in terms of food and clothing, Zhou Hao took advantage of him a lot. In addition to daily expenses, Hao is unhappy every week, and will use the card he gave him to throw money around. It doesn't matter what you buy, as long as you buy the expensive ones.
"Thanks to the great financial supporter Jiang." Zhou Hao sent a message to the injustice as usual.
So far, the gas in the morning has eased a little.
At home, Jiang Yuqian first received a text message from the bank, and then received a teasing message from that person. After thinking about it for a while, Zhou Hao looked like a villain carrying things, Jiang Yuqian rubbed his temples, and put his phone aside for fear.
"Boom boom boom—"
"Come in."
Mother Jiang came in with a glass of milk and put it on the bedside table, "Drink the milk and go to bed early."
Mother Jiang, who is nearly fifty years old, looks only in her thirties. Although there are some fine lines at the corners of her eyes, it can be seen that she must have been a beautiful woman with a gentle temperament when she was young. His mother usually speaks softly and kindly.
Influenced by his mother, Jiang Yuqian was well-bred and polite, no matter how angry he was, he would never say too rude words.
The days when he was with Zhou Hao had already said all the dirty words in his life.
"I saw your Aunt Zhang today."
Mother Jiang sat on the bed and chatted with her son, "Do you remember her? Her son Xu Xu used to be at the same table as you."
Jiang Yuqian's heart sank softly, he didn't talk much, but now he wanted to chat with his mother a little more, "Remember."
"It's also a coincidence. I packed your old things that day, and found a few photos of you and that child. Xu Xu looked like a little girl."
He knew those photos were taken by him and Cheng Zixu at the seaside after the third year of high school, when the class organized a trip to Linshi. Once, he was so angry that he took those photos to his aunt at home and asked her to throw them away. When the anger subsided, I turned around and asked my aunt for those photos, but the aunt only said that they had lost them. Unexpectedly, these group photos are still at home.
"Mom, where is it? I want to see."
"I'll bring it to you tomorrow, it's getting late, go to bed quickly."
"I want to see it now."
"Hey, how old are you, and you are acting like a baby with your mother." It is rare for the son to act like a baby with her. Jiang's mother disliked her, and she was very happy, "I'll get it for you."
With his back against the sea, he stretched his arms around Cheng Zixu, and both of them laughed wantonly.
Jiang Yuqian reached out to touch those photos, put his thumb on Cheng Zixu's smiling face, and rubbed it gently...
Finally, from those few photos, I picked a small one and put it in my wallet.