There is still one week left for the final exam, review for review, experiment for experiment, the lives of the two have diverged, and there is almost no intersection. On Saturday, Zhou Hao came home from the laboratory and found that this person hadn't come.
It was 8:30 in the evening, subconsciously, he went back to school and went directly to the school library in the east.
After such a toss, it was past nine o'clock. Fortunately, the closing time is ten o'clock.
He swiped his card and went to the study room on the third floor. There was a dense group of people, all of whom were sitting there, and the air was stuffy and stale.
Scanning them row by row, they finally saw Jiang Yuqian and Cheng Zixu at the corner next to the window.
Zhou Hao walked over.
"Yo, help each other?"
The sound of destruction suddenly broke in, and many students around raised their heads, glanced and then lowered their heads. Cheng Zixu greeted in a low voice, "Brother."
"Cheng Zixu, you're a clinical student, and the two of you are incompatible majors. Why are you pulling Jiang Yuqian!"
The voice was not loud, but it still caused a lot of commotion. The students around were full of resentment, and they kicked Zhou Hao a few times.
Jiang Yuqian never looked up, the pen in his hand stopped on the paper, leaving a thick ink dot. The ink of the signature pen seems to penetrate the paper and leak through.
Zhou Hao's eyes were all attracted by this. He gently grasped Jiang Yuqian's hand, and slowly lifted it up, with a smile that couldn't guess what kind of emotion it was, a little pale and a little scary.
"The paper was torn by you." Then his expression suddenly darkened, "Want to watch the video?"
Jiang Yuqian pulled out his hand violently, and finally raised his eyes to look at Zhou Hao. Similarly, this man's eyes were also terribly gloomy.
"Why don't you learn to behave well?" Zhou Hao said in a helpless and oppressive tone that he was used to.
Cheng Zixu, who was on the opposite side, sensed the tense atmosphere between the two of them, and he didn't dare to vent his anger, and kept silent all the time.
Jiang Yuqian glanced at Cheng Zixu, his eyes filled with deep forbearance, "I'm leaving first." Then he packed up his professional books and notebooks.
On the campus at 9:30, under the dim street lights, there are still people coming and going, which is usually the case during the exam week.
White shirt and black trousers, the light was shining on the back of his head, and also on the black schoolbag behind him, Jiang Yuqian raised his legs and walked straight forward, passing the passing students, and the lush and luxuriant locust trees on both sides of the road Tree.
Zhou Hao followed behind him every step of the way, and there was no word between them until they got out of the school gate and got into a taxi.
After entering the car, Zhou Hao was instantly pressed against the door by Jiang Yuqian.
"Are you satisfied!?"
Zhou Hao's mouth was deformed by this man's squeeze. He knocked off the man's hand, and squeezed out words from between his teeth, "Satisfied! I am happy to see you deflated!"
"madman!"
"How about I give that bitch an even day, he's on Saturday and I'm on Sunday?"
Jiang Yuqian suddenly laughed, full of sarcasm, "You deserve it too?"
Zhou Hao's expression changed instantly. He raised his foot and kicked Jiang Yuqian hard, then firmly held the man's hand, and pressed the smooth hands against the base of his thighs.
Soon, we arrived at Binjiang No. 1. The two got out of the car.
In the apartment, on the big bed in the bedroom, the temperature of the air conditioner is 28 degrees Celsius, heavy breathing, and self-indulgent moaning.
Tightly entangled, lingering like death, love, hate, madness, all gone, they belong to each other at this moment, sticking to each other's most private place.
Afterwards, Jiang Yuqian went to the bathroom as usual. Zhou Hao leaned on the bed and smoked, the room was still filled with the smell of lust, and he felt a trace of sin in the misty smoke. The evil of desire, and the evil of human nature.
He wanted to get rid of the invasion of evil, but his eyes seemed to be covered with dust, and he couldn't see where the end of the evil was.
"When will you be tall?" Zhou Hao thought.
Probably the day when he was tossed and wounded all over his body, and the net was broken, that was the end of Zhou Hao.
After Jiang Yuqian took a bath, he came out with his upper body topless. Zhou Hao was freed from the inexplicable pain just now, and stared at Jiang Yuqian with a half-smile.
Zhou Hao: "Is it cool?"
Jiang Yuqian lifted a corner of the quilt and leaned against the head of the bed. He didn't respond to Zhou Hao's words.
Under the wet bangs, there was an expression as dark as ink, like the sea at night, undulating, hiding all the scary and unknown things.
After a long silence, Zhou Hao spoke with a hoarse accent that was smothered by smoke, "Honey, give me a hug."
He rarely calls Jiang Yuqian's husband, unless he can't help it. Probably, he also felt a little tired.
How can you not be tired? Tossing and tossing, calculating this and that, his head is so small, how can he think so much every day. Of course he will be tired.
However, he misses Jiang Yuqian's clean smell, which is mixed with the unique sweet scent of a teenager. Every time he entangles with this person, he feels that he has been purified from the inside out, from top to bottom. .
This nostalgia was not easy at all, he became a lunatic and a pervert for it, and soon, he was estimated to become a terminally ill person.
Without Jiang Yuqian's response, Zhou Hao took a puff of cigarette, then leaned over to pry open the man's mouth with his mouth, and exhaled all the smoke in his mouth into the man's mouth.
"Ahem—" Jiang Yuqian didn't know how to smoke, and now his cheeks were flushed from choking.
The pleasure of revenge poured into Zhou Hao's heart and lungs, and he felt that his whole body was comfortable, and even his breathing became much lighter.
He opened his eyes to the blinding white light on the ceiling, and the bright, lively halos slowly swirled and danced in his eyes.
His pupils also slowly enlarged with the light, but the halo suddenly changed, a pink woman appeared inside, a damp little attic and lingering dirty memories...
Zhou Hao blinked vigorously, his eyes were astringent and a little itchy, he stretched out his hands and rubbed them vigorously, but they were still a little wet.
The discomfort in Jiang Yuqian's throat gradually dissipated. He glared at Zhou Hao with a sullen expression on his face, only to find that the man was in a daze with his head raised up, and the entire neck up was twisted into a very weird posture.
He looked up following Zhou Hao's gaze, and there was nothing but the white ceiling and the gleaming white chandelier...
"Jiang Yuqian." With a hoarse voice, Zhou Hao moved his body to the side of the man, and then moved upstairs to Jiang, "You hug me."
Jiang Yuqian was stunned, his eyelids drooping as he stared at the man in front of him who lost his composure. Perhaps his sadness had infected him, so he didn't push Zhou Hao away as usual.
He leaned against the head of the bed motionlessly, time passed by, his legs were a little numb after not moving for a long time. He changed his position gently, the man was already asleep, deeply asleep, but his arms still tightly encircled him.
Jiang Yuqian bent down and looked at the sleeping man. Two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of the man's eyes. The thin tears flowed from the surface of his skin and fell between his temples.
"You're so bad, you can cry." Jiang Yuqian wiped away his tears with his index finger, and then put it to his mouth to taste.
Yes salty but not worth the money.
The next day, the relationship between the two was as usual, and neither of them mentioned the excessive gaffe last night.
There were still some quick-frozen dumplings in the refrigerator, and Zhou Hao cooked them all. After a while, all the chubby dumplings floated up. Zhou Hao covered the pot and sat still for a while before taking a plate to serve it.
In the restaurant, the two were sitting opposite each other at the dining table. Zhou Hao was flipping through his phone while eating, "Do you want to watch a movie? There is Star Wars recently."
Jiang Yuqian chewed the dumplings carefully, but did not speak.
"Don't say you don't have time to study." Zhou Hao sneered, "I can see that you are here to accompany Mr. Cheng."
Jiang Yuqian: "No."
Zhou Hao pretended to be indifferent, "Don't pull it down."
The two of them had nothing to do at home, and spent the whole day watching TV on the sofa. At night, Jiang Yuqian answered the phone, saying that it was his family calling, and then went back with his schoolbag. Zhou Hao sent him to the gate of the community and watched him get into the taxi.
By coincidence, Zhou Hao went back to the school library, where he was still by the window yesterday, and saw those two people again.
Until now, he couldn't understand Cheng Zixu's hypocritical person, and he didn't say he liked it, just hanging around like this. But today, he didn't bother the two people who were studying.
He was also a man of self-respect, and he left the library with a feigned dash and swagger.
That kind of vigor - a posture that the whole world is stupid and only I am awake. But at the moment of leaving the library, it fell apart.
His footsteps were weak, and his body seemed to be suspended in the air, unable to exert any strength. What to wear
No one was looking at him anyway. Anyway, Jiang Yuqian would never see a pretentious clown in his eyes.
Walking and walking, I came to a remote Baoyan Road behind the school. The concrete road is covered with lush locust trees on both sides. It is summer, and fewer and fewer people take this road. Especially girls.
Zhou Hao is a man, so men are naturally not afraid to take this path. But it's only after seven o'clock, everyone is nervously reviewing, there are not many people on the school road, and even fewer people on the Baoyan road.
"What's your name?"
"The little face is thin and tender."
"Play with my brothers."
…
Obscene and vulgar words came from behind the old locust tree one after another. Zhou Hao listened attentively, as if some hooligans surrounded someone. He doesn't mind his own business and just wants to cross the road in peace.
"Help me!" It was a boy's voice, very low. Obviously the boy saw Zhou Hao.
Then I heard crisp applause, "Stop fucking nonsense!"
Zhou Hao paused, the call for help seemed to stir up the infinite energy in his body, bitter, painful, and slightly sweet.
He walked over.
Sure enough, three men surrounded a boy. Looking at the messy attire, he looked like a young man from the society. The boy who was surrounded was actually very beautiful, a bit masculine and feminine.
"Boy, what are you doing at night? The exam is next week, and you don't go back to study." Zhou Hao grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him out.
The three of them didn't expect the two to know each other, and watched the boy hide behind Zhou Hao in a daze.
"Hey, I still know you if you dare to love." Said the gangsters.
Zhou Hao turned his head and pushed the boy away, "Run, call someone!" Then he rushed up like a lunatic and wrestled with the three of them.
Outnumbered, Zhou Hao was soon at a disadvantage. Fortunately, within five minutes, the boy called four or five classmates.
As soon as the three punks saw so many people, they left Zhou Hao behind and ran away.