The sky in October is blue and vast, and the noon sun shines on the lake. Looking around, the sky and the lake seem to be connected together at a distance. With such a broad vision, Zhou Hao's heart gradually settled down.
This is his second visit to People's Park, and the lake is still the same as it was three years ago, and it hasn't changed at all.
He came here in the morning, and he brought dry food with him. When he was hungry, he took a few bites of bread. He has been sitting motionless on the bench by the small lake for half a day. This is the most comfortable day since he returned to City A.
No one bothered him, he could indulge in reminiscing about the happy days before.
Sun Yiwen disappeared for three years, except for a letter and 100,000 yuan, all he left to Zhou Hao was the river.
The river is ruthless, it treats everyone with a cold attitude of indifference, Zhou Hao can't communicate with it. He can only watch it calmly, hoping that it can convey his emotions to Sun Yiwen who is thousands of miles away.
A few days after returning to City A, he was planning to visit Wenwen's father with some fruit. He found the old house in the old community based on his memory, but the neighbor told him that the family had moved away long ago. They had been away for several years. He heard that his son was promising, and he took his father away from this poor place. .
He took his shabby meeting gift and left the neighborhood. At that moment, he was inferior, and he deeply realized his incompetence and poverty.
He has no money to treat Wenwen's father, nor can he live a good life for Wenwen. But Ou Yi can.
Or, so be it. Stop trying to fantasize about meeting each other. See, it doesn't make any sense.
As inferior as he was, he was constantly brainwashing himself.
In fact, this brainwashing was successful, and he was really slowly accepting this fact. If it weren't for Qian Weicheng's unintentional teasing, he would never have questioned Jiang Yuqian and Sun Yiwen's whereabouts loudly.
Because he knew that it was useless to ask, and he would never set out to look for it.
He is actually an extremely selfish person. If he was asked to choose between Sun Yiwen and self-esteem, he would definitely choose poor self-esteem. He would rather be alone until death, and want to be proud in front of his lover for a while. He was too scared, he was afraid that Sun Yiwen would find out his incompetence, he was afraid that Sun Yiwen would find out his poverty.
Such a person, shady, provoked Jiang Yuqian, and provoked Sun Yiwen. But he doesn't want anyone, he just wants his vulnerable self-esteem.
When dusk came, the surface of the lake was covered with a faint soft halo. Zhou Hao stood up, facing the lake, and whispered repentantly, "Wenwen, I'm sorry..."
When he returned to the dormitory at night, when Qian Weicheng saw him, he was so excited beyond words.
"Brother Hao, where have you been all day!? The phone is turned off, and no one can contact you. I thought you..."
Why do you think? Qian Weicheng didn't say any more.
Zhou Hao's expression was calm, "I went outside for a stroll."
"Then why is your phone turned off!?"
"out of battery."
Qian Weicheng looked at Zhou Hao's face, and said tentatively, "Isn't it National Day today, that... that Mr. Jiang, he came to look for you in the morning and found that you were not there, and we couldn't get in touch with you, so... He was in a hurry, and drove all over the street to look for you. Just now, he called and asked, have you come back? "
"I see. I'll call him back later." Zhou Hao spoke with an overly calm expression, like a dull puppet. He shook the grocery bag in his hand again, "The pizza I bought for you."
"Brother Hao is still good to me!" Qian Weicheng took the bag in a nonchalant manner.
After staying outside for a day, Zhou Hao was a little tired, so he collapsed on the bed and called Jiang Yuqian.
After dialing, it rang twice, and the other side answered.
"Jiang Yuqian, I'm fine, I've already returned to the dormitory."
The person on the other end of the phone was silent, only the faint murmur of the phone signal could be heard.
"I hung up, you drive carefully."
"Don't hang up." Jiang Yuqian's voice was very low, and he continued, "I want to see you, is that okay?"
"I'm a little tired and want to sleep."
"Haohao, have you eaten tonight?"
"have eaten."
"I'll just take a look at you, don't bother you, I'll go over now, okay?"
Zhou Hao didn't speak, and just hung up the phone. He turned his attention to Qian Weicheng, who was munching on pizza and playing mahjong on his mobile phone. Zhou Hao looked at it for a while, then withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes wearily.
In less than half an hour, there was a knock on the door outside the dormitory. Qian Weicheng went to open the door. When he saw that it was Jiang Yuqian, the two whispered something. Zhou Hao was in a daze and couldn't hear clearly, but he didn't fall asleep.
Soon, Zhou Hao felt a black curtain covering him. When he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Yuqian with complex eyebrows and eyes. He was wearing a white T-shirt, plaid shirt, jeans, and sneakers, with bangs draped over his forehead.
Zhou Hao blinked and got up from the bed. He had an extremely deep memory of Jiang Yuqian's attire deep in his heart.
There seems to be no difference between the 18-year-old Jiang Yuqian and the 26-year-old Jiang Yuqian now.
"Why are you still here?" Zhou Hao asked.
"You were on the phone, and you didn't say you wouldn't let me come, so I came here."
Zhou Hao smiled, "The meaning of my silence is that you don't come here, you are still stubborn with me."
It was rare to see the little madman smile at him, Jiang Yuqian's Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help but hugged the little madman. Qian Weicheng, who was at the side, was eating, and was sprinkled with dog food for no reason, so he hurriedly made room for the two of them.
Zhou Hao did not refuse this hug, he regarded the person in front of him as 18-year-old Qianqian, that clean boy who suddenly appeared in his world dragging a suitcase in the evening in September.
"Jiang Yuqian, you haven't returned the guitar money to me yet, two thousand yuan is not enough." Zhou Hao said suddenly.
Jiang Yuqian was stunned for a moment. He tried to recall the period when they first met in the post from the lunatic, but he really didn't have much memory. At this time, the little lunatic's joke made the eight years of interruption suddenly disappear.
Jiang Yuqian couldn't control himself, he clasped Zhou Hao's head and kissed it, pried open his teeth, forcing the other's tongue to chase him, after some entanglement, both of them were slightly panting. Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yuqian's lips moved closer to the little lunatic's neck, on the collarbone, lighting fire all the way...
The small bed in the dormitory made a "squeak" sound, they had nothing to worry about, only chasing and possessing each other...
Until the desire of the two was vented, Zhou Hao stared at the top of the bed and grinned: He finally got the 18-year-old Qianqian, and finally defiled that clean and pure beautiful boy.
Let the memory remain today. He is about to part ways with the 18-year-old Qianqian, and he doesn't want to have any more of them.
Of course Jiang Yuqian didn't know what Zhou Hao was thinking, he naively thought that the little lunatic had really let go of the past and wanted to go home with him and live a good life.
Zhou Hao was leaning against the hard head of the bed, smoking a cigarette, the stickiness behind his butt made him feel a little uncomfortable. Jiang Yuqian leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
"Don't do that." Zhou Hao turned his face sideways.
Jiang Yuqian's passion has not completely receded, his voice is still hoarse in love, "Do you love me?"
Zhou Hao turned his eyes to look at him, his eyes were blurred for a while, then deserted for a while, and when his eyes were blurred, Zhou Hao replied, "I love you."
He regarded the person in front of him as 18-year-old Qianqian.
"Give me a smoke too." Jiang Yuqian asked him for a cigarette.
Zhou Hao's eyes turned cold, and he stopped sharply, "You are not allowed to smoke."
An 18-year-old boy should be clean, how could he be exposed to such deceiving things.
Jiang Yuqian only regarded it as Zhou Hao's extra care. He couldn't help but think about the life of the two of them, "Do you want to buy the house at Binjiang No. 1? If you buy it back, you must buy it again." Renovate it. However, the bathroom in that house is not big, and it is not easy to expand. Haohao, do you like puppies or cats? We will raise one in the future... "
Zhou Hao listened very sloppily, and his focus was all lost, "Jiang Yuqian, how much money do you earn a year?"
Jiang Yuqian secretly kissed the little lunatic, "I will spend all the money I earn in the future."
Zhou Hao was at a loss, immersed in his own thoughts, and muttered, "If only I were as rich as you..."
The two just cuddled like this until half past nine, it was too late, Jiang Yuqian had to go back no matter what, after all Qian Weicheng had to go back to sleep.
Jiang Yuqian reluctantly sat up and put on his clothes and trousers. When he turned his head suddenly, the little lunatic was staring at him fascinated. Like a sunny boy, Jiang Yuqian lowered his head shyly, secretly smiling.
"Reluctant to let me go? Then I won't go back?"
Zhou Hao ignored him, still fascinated.
"Haohao, I'll take you back too, okay?" Jiang Yuqian nervously watched the little lunatic's expressions and movements.
Zhou Hao still didn't respond.
After a long time, Jiang Yuqian was fully dressed and stood beside the bed. Zhou Hao finally responded. He gently instructed Jiang Yuqian, "When you go back, be careful and drive slowly."
Jiang Yuqian bent down, turned sideways, and brushed the little lunatic's lips like a dragonfly.
"I love you." Jiang Yuqian said, "Tomorrow I will take you out for a walk."
Jiang Yuqian walked to the door of the dormitory with a smile, and when he was about to turn the doorknob, Zhou Hao suddenly stopped him, and he turned around—
The little lunatic's eye sockets were moist, he stretched out his right hand and waved, "Qianqian, goodbye."
My 18-year-old Qianqian, goodbye...
With a smile in his eyes, Jiang Yuqian also waved at him, "I'll pick you up tomorrow."