There is a coffee shop near the Fifth People's Hospital. The glass doors and windows are just opposite to the hospital gate. Sitting here in the morning, you can clearly see the crowds of people passing by.
This is a nostalgic cafe. The interior decoration is relatively simple, almost all in log color. When you are in it, you can always hear classic European and American pop songs from the last century.
Recently, Jiang Yuqian has gotten into the habit of getting up early, jogging here from his new home, but only five minutes. Usually he will order a mocha and a piece of caramel toast to slowly kill the morning time.
If there is a lot of work at hand that day, maybe he will take a good time and read the emails from his subordinates.
Days go by so slowly, today repeats yesterday, and tomorrow repeats today.
If you are a frequent visitor to this cafe, then, every morning from 6:30 to 7:30, you can always see a man in a suit and leather shoes with a stern face, sitting by the window, casually glanced at outside the window.
No one knew what this handsome man was looking at. Occasionally, some beauties wanted to strike up a conversation, but when they saw his cold eyes, they all retreated.
The beginning of autumn has passed, and the autumn tiger just happened to meet these few days, and the heat is still unbearably hot.
Jiang Yuqian made an appointment with the president of Orusan Company to discuss cooperation matters. His company wanted to introduce the Chinese copyright of a certain game of Orusan Company. This game is a large-scale competitive online game. It has only been developed for less than a year, and it is currently only available in the United States.
Both the game's production background and the player's experience are top-notch, and there are very few such well-made online games in China.
Jiang Yuqian saw a huge business opportunity from it.
At the entrance of the noisy and lively hospital, there is a dense flow of people. Behind the flow of people, there are countless small vendors selling breakfast, looking back and forth at the passing office workers.
"Brother Hao, yesterday I heard from Xu Jianhua from the laboratory that the trainees will have an exam this Friday."
"Then take the test."
"My God, why are you so calm, you don't know what to test,"
Zhou Hao glanced at him, "Look at your mental quality, what else can you take for exams? Didn't you have exams during the regular training last year? Probably about the same."
Qian Weicheng muttered a few words, but couldn't hear the words clearly.
Suddenly, a "Buick" car drove towards the hospital, and the two were talking without paying attention to their surroundings. It happened that the person wanted to turn, and the car also wanted to turn. Zhou Hao was slightly rubbed and fell to the ground.
"Brother Hao, get up quickly." Qian Weicheng quickly pulled Zhou Hao up.
Zhou Hao fluttered the dust on his clothes, only to find that his palms were scratched.
Qian Weicheng began to be relentless, arguing with the people in the car. Fortunately, the owner of the car was not an unreasonable person, and his attitude was very sincere, so he hurried out of the car.
The owner of the car was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He got out of the car and kept saying hello, "Little brother, are you all right? I'm sorry. I was driving in a hurry and didn't pay attention."
Zhou Hao waved his hand, "It's okay."
The owner of the car looked apologetic, "Look, do you want to take a picture? Do an inspection?"
Zhou Hao pulled up Qian Weicheng, who was staring blankly, "Let's go." Then he looked at the owner of the car, "It's really all right, there's no need to take pictures."
Of course, all of this fell into Jiang Yuqian's eyes exactly. When this little episode was over and the two were about to enter the hospital, Jiang Yuqian had already appeared in front of them.
"Did you get hurt anywhere?" Jiang Yuqian asked in a deep voice.
Qian Weicheng suppressed a smirk, and smiled maliciously, "Oh, the junior is here?"
Jiang Yuqian was stunned for a few seconds, and then realized that this junior must be referring to him.
Due to the presence of other people, Zhou Hao acted very naturally, "It's okay, it's just scratched."
"Let me see." Jiang Yuqian insisted.
Zhou Hao glanced at him sideways, and turned his gaze elsewhere, "Qian Weicheng, we're going to be late soon, so hurry up!"
Qian Weicheng blinked deliberately, pretending to be confused, "Nonsense, I don't get to work until half an hour later, why are you late?"
With a playful smile, he looked at Jiang Yuqian again, "Brother, have you had breakfast?"
Jiang Yuqian looked serious, looked at Zhou Hao patronizingly, and didn't answer.
Qian Weicheng murmured in his heart: What two pieces of wood! No, he has to add fire!
"Hey, I don't know what to eat these days, Brother Hao, let's go to the cafeteria to eat buns later." Qian Weicheng complained deliberately.
Jiang Yuqian interjected, "Why don't we go have morning tea together, there happens to be a Jinxuan tea restaurant nearby."
His eyes were piercing and serious, as if he was asking Zhou Hao for his opinion.
Without waiting for Zhou Hao to reply, Qian Weicheng agreed, "Okay, okay, half an hour, quick battle." After speaking, Qian Weicheng elbowed Zhou Hao.
Zhou Hao said blankly, "Go by yourself, I'll go to the cafeteria to eat buns."
Qian Weicheng waved at Jiang Yuqian awkwardly, "Oh, goodbye, junior. The two of us went to the cafeteria to eat buns."
The two walked towards the hospital cafeteria. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuqian also followed.
It was time for breakfast, the cafeteria was almost full, and finally found an empty table, Zhou Hao and Qian Weicheng made two bowls of millet porridge, and brought two buns over.
Bowing his head and drinking porridge, a figure covered him straightly, and then a bowl full of millet porridge was placed opposite the two of them, and Jiang Yuqian sat down.
Qian Weicheng first glanced at Zhou Hao, seeing that he didn't respond, he couldn't control his mouth and started joking again, "Schoolboy, you rich people live so simply?"
Jiang Yuqian held the bowl with both hands and took a sip with his head buried.
The cooling effect of the air conditioner in the canteen is not very good, and there is a large group of people, so it will inevitably be a little hot. Zhou Hao and Qian Weicheng were wearing short sleeves, but they didn't feel much.
Jiang Yuqian was different. He was wearing a full suit of suit and trousers, and his bangs were already sweating. Due to the attack of heat, his cheeks were stained with a faint blush.
Zhou Hao glanced at the person opposite, and said subconsciously, "Take off your coat if you think it's hot."
Jiang Yuqian was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth secretly raised a slight arc. According to Zhou Hao's wishes, he took off his suit jacket first.
The exact same conversation had happened countless times between the two of them.
When Jiang Yuqian was a sophomore, one day happened to be Saturday, there was an event in the school auditorium, and he was the host. As a student, it is rare to wear formal clothes. Jiang Yuqian's formal suit has been hanging in the cabinet, and it has been wrinkled after a long time. After Zhou Hao finished his lunch, he ironed his clothes there, and they were ironed flat, with no creases visible.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, he changed into that suit and prepared to rush to school.
But Zhou Hao chased him out, "Are you stupid? It's so hot, why can't you take off your coat and hold it in your hand?"
Jiang Yuqian was a little displeased, and ignored the little lunatic's words.
Zhou Hao said again, "No, I can't call you stupid, you should be called honest. But, you are not honest in bed."
Before Jiang Yuqian could respond, Zhou Hao turned his head and ran upstairs. In the stairwell, it seemed that the little lunatic's laughter could be vaguely heard.
From then on, whenever Jiang Yuqian wore a formal suit, Zhou Hao would always ridicule him from the sidelines: Honest man, if you think it's too hot, just take off your coat.
What's going on here? In the past few years, he has always remembered inexplicably, and he still remembers very clearly.
Jiang Yuqian buried his head and took another sip of porridge. The sticky hot porridge slipped from his mouth down his throat, and then he swallowed it. What he wanted to say seemed to be stuck in the hot porridge, making it difficult to speak.
At this moment, Jiang Yuqian's phone rang suddenly. It's the secretary Cheng Jinghao calling.
"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Mo Huaimi from Orshan Company has come, and the appointment is at half past eight."
Jiang Yuqian looked at the watch on his wrist, it was almost eight o'clock, and it was the rush hour for going to work. If there was no traffic jam, he would probably arrive on time. If there is a traffic jam, it's hard to say.
Jiang Yuqian looked up at Zhou Hao, "I have something to do, so I have to go first. Don't forget to disinfect your hands later."
Zhou Hao snorted, "Yes."
Although it was a reluctant answer, Jiang Yuqian was still very happy. He picked up his suit jacket and walked out of the hospital cafeteria quickly.
Qian Weicheng looked at Jiang Yuqian's back going away against the light, and smiled, "Brother Hao, are you a junior, are you pursuing you? You should give him some encouragement anyway."
"Qian Weicheng, I just found out today that you have the potential to be a rotten girl. When you go back tonight and strip off your pants, I want to see if you don't have handles in front of you."
Qian Weicheng froze in a daze, only felt that his crotch was chilly, and his chrysanthemum tightened in fright.
Zhou Hao got up and left, throwing him a long way away, Qian Weicheng hurriedly chased after him, "Brother Hao, brother Hao, I'm not childish."
Zhou Hao didn't stop, and said as he walked, "Yo, I almost forgot, you're still a virgin."
"No, you're just sprinkling salt into my wounds, Brother Hao, then, when you go back, don't forget to help me speak nice words in front of Grandma Wang."
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On this day, there were really many accidents. Zhou Hao unexpectedly ran into an old acquaintance in the elevator of this hospital—Zou Kai.
Zhou Hao wanted to escape, but Zou Kai had already spotted him.
"Zhou Hao, I didn't dare to admit it just now. It's really you. Now, we haven't seen each other for many years."
Zhou Hao looked at the white coat on Zou Kai, "Are you in this hospital?"
Zou Kai hummed pompously, "Yeah, what about you? You must be much better off than me."
Zhou Hao smiled politely, "I'm also in the hospital, but not in City A."
Zou Kai was determined to compete with each other, and his words were a little more complacent, "It must be a good place if you're not in City A. Where are you now?"
"In...a small city." Zhou Hao's face was obviously ugly, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."
Throughout the day, Zhou Hao's face was pale, he looked sick, and he was not interested in anything. For some reason, Qian Weicheng didn't ask any more questions.
Only Zhou Hao knew why he was doing this.
The person who was on the same starting line as you was not even as good as you, but now he is doing better than you.
No one is a saint, so it is inevitable that I will feel a little uncomfortable. What's more, this person is still a person you have always hated.
In the evening, Zhou Hao mentioned his old classmate to Qian Weicheng, and expressed his inner distress. Qian Weicheng seemed to be a sensible person, but he comforted Zhou Hao with a basket of truths.
"Tagore said that a utilitarian life is like a knife without a scabbard. It is sharp, but it is definitely not good-looking. Sometimes, people have to learn to look down on it. Think about it, our salary is enough, enough Why do you have to live so tiringly when you marry a wife and you can come out to soak your feet in the sauna if you have nothing to do. Your classmate is almost losing his hair in front of him. I'm sure he'll be bald before he's thirty."
Zhou Hao was amused by Qian Weicheng's seriousness, "I didn't realize that you are so educated."
"Look, look, it seems that I am worthless in your eyes. Anyway, I am also a graduate student, and I have also studied, okay?"
"Okay, Tagore's words are quite useful."
"Brother Hao..." Qian Weicheng was rarely serious, he hesitated to speak.
"Just talk about it, don't talk about it."
"Then let me tell you, Brother Hao, if I'm not wrong, the ex-object you told me about before is this junior. I don't know what happened to you two before, but this junior, you can see Come out, he likes you very much. Rich and handsome, you, don’t be so indecisive. If it were me, I would have jumped over it a long time ago. At our age, it can be regarded as one-third of our life Let’s see, in fact, that’s what love is all about. When winter comes, I want to buy a warm scarf for the other party, and cover the other party’s feet at night. In the morning, I want to have morning tea with the other party and experience the slow life. Hao Brother, I don't know what this person has done to you before, but people, don't be too fussy, learn to forgive others."
Zhou Hao's heart was trembling slightly, but his mouth was still unforgiving, "You are a single mother and child, what kind of love consultant are you pretending to be?"
Qian Weicheng's words undoubtedly stirred up waves in Zhou Hao's heart. The mini drone placed on the desk in the dormitory is also quietly accompanying his master at this moment.
There is a small blue and white card on the inside of the box, which reads: Happy Birthday! There is a hand-drawn cartoon smiling face behind these four words.
After living with that person for four years, how could he not recognize his handwriting? Zhou Hao just had a hard time imagining that Jiang Yuqian was sitting at the desk with a serious face while drawing clumsy cartoons with the pen in his hand. It's hard for him.
Not long after, the ringtone in his hand broke Zhou Hao's thoughts. He went to the bedside and picked up the phone. On the screen was a string of numbers that had been imprinted in his heart for four years.
Zhou Hao didn't answer, the bell was still ringing persistently, Qian Weicheng went out to buy things, luckily he was the only one in the dormitory.
After it rang for a while, Zhou Hao pressed the answer button.
On the other end of the phone, there was silence for a while, and then a hoarse voice came, "It's me. I strictly control the number."
Zhou Hao didn't intend to say too much, and asked directly, "Is there something wrong?"
"Saturday... Are you free? Do you want to go to the movies together?"
"No time." The rejection was straightforward, but Zhou Hao suddenly remembered Qian Weicheng's words just now, one must have a forgiving heart, "I'm a bit busy this week, and I may have an exam on the weekend."
Of course, Jiang Yuqian was not aware of the series of changes in the little lunatic's heart. He suddenly saw hope from these words. He restrained his excitement and pretended to be calm, "Well, work is important. Your hand is nothing big. Don't bother."
"It's okay, just apply some iodophor."
Jiang Yuqian on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent.
"It's okay, I'm hanging up."
There was a moment of silence over there, as if thinking about it for a long time, "Haohao, I'll buy back the house at No. 1 Binjiang, and you can live with me, okay?"
Zhou Hao didn't answer his words.
Jiang Yuqian continued, his voice seemed to come from the depths of his throat, "Haohao, come home with me, and every summer from now on, you will come to teach me, and you can justly say to me: Honest man, you don't like the heat." Just take off your coat first. The honest man will definitely listen to you and put his coat on his arm. If you are not here, who will teach that stupid honest man..."
Zhou Hao couldn't listen anymore, he hung up the phone abruptly.
When Qian Weicheng came back, he saw Zhou Hao standing by the window, staring at the night scene outside in a daze. He yelled "Brother Hao" several times in a row, and the man turned his head in a daze, but the circles of his eyes were red...
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Listening to the "beep beep—" sound coming from the phone, Jiang Yuqian regained his true peace of mind.
He sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. He was not in the mood to smoke. He just watched the yellow flames burn round and round between his fingers.
He could not guess the future fate of the two of them. Is everyone happy? Still, as he said just now, they became a family living together.
The little lunatic is a scary person. Many of his unintentional habits have become what he can't forget every night before falling asleep. Even the effort of eating breakfast today reminded him of the playful exhortations of the little lunatic for no reason.
When he woke up countless times in the morning, he wished that the past few years were just a dream. The little lunatic didn't leave, and he didn't leave either. They were still living in the small house at Binjiang No. 1—
From Monday to Friday, the two were busy with each other's work; on weekends, they could relax a little bit, and he would be in bed, fucking the little madman hard, possessing him like crazy. When both of them were exhausted, he would wash the vegetables and cook, and the little lunatic would mop the floor and wash the sheets...
He's figured it all out.
However, he has already lost people.
Moreover, it has been lost for several years.
Back then, how did he manage to leave a poor little boy without father and mother behind!
Jiang Yuqian blamed himself all the time. This uncontrollable blame may never be eliminated in this life.