Zhou Hao staggered up from the ground, his face was terribly gloomy, and he walked eastward while covering his swollen and painful face. He was so idle that he would act bravely.
The boy had just been circling around to thank his classmates who helped him, but when he turned around, he saw Zhou Hao walking away, so he hurriedly ran after him, nervously and slightly apologetic, "Thank you just now."
Zhou Hao ignored him and walked straight to the school gate. Under the street lamp, two shadows, tall and short, staggered one after the other. The campus was filled with the black oppression of the exam week. The two of them, bouncing and walking on the concrete road, seemed to be the only bright colors in the black jungle.
"Don't bother me!" Zhou Hao paused, the pain on his forehead made him gasp.
"I'm sorry." The boy's beautiful eyelashes drooped down, and two shadows appeared under his eyes, "My name is Sun Yiwen, thank you." He seemed a little embarrassed.
According to Zhou Hao's temperament in the past, he would never talk to this person again, not even say a single unnecessary nonsense. It's just that Sun Yiwen's apologetic expression with his head down reminded him of Cheng Zixu who was buried in a book half an hour ago in the library.
At this moment, the eyebrows and eyes of the two tightly overlapped in Zhou Hao's mind.
Zhou Hao stared at him blankly, then asked casually, "How old are you?"
Sun Yiwen was a little surprised, and hurriedly replied, "Sophomore. What about you?"
Zhou Hao didn't answer, and continued to walk east.
The shadows of trees whirling under the street lamps were like thick ink ink printed on the ground, and Zhou Hao stepped on these shadows, how helpless his footsteps were, and he didn't know where he was going
go home? The house was empty, and there was no one there.
Then go back to the library and continue to look for sins? He doesn't want it, he is really tired today.
Zhou Hao walked to the turning and turned his head suddenly, but the man was still standing there stupidly.
"Hey! Come here!"
Then, Sun Yiwen rushed over immediately, and when he stood still in front of Zhou Hao for a while, he was panting heavily in his chest. Zhou Hao stared at the person in front of him abruptly, and only after a while did he say, "Can you drink?"
Sun Yiwen was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.
"Have you had a bath?"
"without."
"Go, try!"
The two went to the Sakura Bar closest to the school. It is said that the owner is Japanese, and the decoration style inside is also very Japanese. The long and narrow brick-wood bar looks stable and serious, but the lighting and sound effects are very soft. The two impact elements are mixed together, and the two complement each other, so the whole bar gives people a subtle and elegant feeling, just like the reserved appearance of a Japanese girl wearing a kimono and stepping on clogs, taking small steps.
The bartender was a middle-aged man in a neat suit. It was Zhou Hao's first time here. After looking at the wine list, the two ordered a glass of Long Island iced tea. The ingredients and ice cubes were shaking violently in the shaker, and the up and down gestures of the bartender dazzled Zhou Hao's eyes. Before he even drank, he was already dreaming.
The drink is mixed, poured into a Collin glass, topped with lemon slices and crushed ice for garnish, and finally inserted into a straw.
Zhou Hao didn't drink alcohol on weekdays. Although this glass of wine was not strong, he swallowed it all down, and the drunkenness came up immediately.
Sun Yiwen just drank politely and was not in a hurry, so he didn't feel anything at all.
"Are you okay?"
Zhou Hao waved his hand and said to the bartender, "Have another drink."
The bartender made another cocktail for him as usual, but Zhou Hao still gulped down. At this time, he was no longer three-point drunk, but completely drunk. Turning dizzily, his cheeks were flushed after drunkenness, he was lying on the side of the bar, only feeling the lights, the sound, and the people around him were turning.
Zheng Shichu and the gamers over there have been paying attention here for some time.
"Should I call Yuqian over, his wife is about to run away with someone." Zheng Shichu squinted his eyes playfully.
Jia Lin: "What is he doing these days? There is no one around."
Tian Bin: "Accompany my little lover, look, the main house was left out, and came here to get drunk."
Zheng Shichu laughed loudly, pointing his index finger at Tian Bin tremblingly, quite agreeing with his words. Then Zheng Shichu casually sent Jiang Yuqian a WeChat message—
"Sakura Bar, my buddies are all here, there is a good show to watch."
Sun Yiwen saw that Zhou Hao was sleepy, not awake at all, and helped him out of the bar.
"Those two are gone, let's watch the show too."
Jia Lin didn't like to join in the fun, "I'm too lazy to watch."
"Don't tell me, I already told Yuqian to let him come and watch a good show, but now he's gone, Yuqian should think I'm letting him go."
So the three of them also left the bar. At the door, Zheng Shichu stopped Sun Yiwen and blocked his way. Sun Yiwen thought he had encountered a hooligan again, and retreated reflexively.
Zhou Hao blew a little wind outside and became a little conscious, but just when he raised his head, he saw three people standing in front of him. Reeling, he hugged the thin and thin Sun Yiwen and turned around to leave.
The stage is all set up, how can there be any reason to let a famous actor run away before the show starts
"Zhou Hao!" Zheng Shichu yelled, but he ignored him and continued walking.
"Yuqian said, come and pick you up in a while."
This name is like a hangover soup, just by listening to it once, Zhou Hao instantly sobered up. His stiff hands slipped from his frail shoulders, and then he turned around slowly, standing on the brightly lit street, really like an actor, all the surrounding scenes became his foil.
He just stands in the middle of the street, whether it's the heart-piercing despair or the emptiness of isolation, he just squanders his "acting skills", which are truly from the heart.
As far as Zheng Shichu is concerned, in their small group of four, he is notoriously cheap. Most people would not intervene in other people's emotional matters, but Zheng Shichu didn't. He just liked to disturb the affairs of those two people, and he liked to make the water more and more muddy.
Sun Yiwen, who hadn't figured out the current situation at all, looked at Zhou Hao worriedly. Those people didn't look like good people. But he also had an unexpected harvest, he knew the name of this person.
Zhou Hao tried his best to restrain the dizziness in his head, and walked back cautiously, pretending to be calm. In fact, some pitiful fantasies were born in his heart, he thought, did that person also worry about him
After a while, Jiang Yuqian really came, but he also brought Cheng Zixu with him.
This kind of situation is always a bit embarrassing. Cheng Zixu also knew those three people, and greeted them one by one. When he walked in front of Zhou Hao, he was as polite as before, and called out, "Senior brother!"
Zhou Hao knew that he had been tricked, all his anger had nowhere to vent, and finally gathered in the palm of his hand, he pushed Cheng Zixu hard. Cheng didn't stand still and fell back a few steps. But Zhou Hao's anger didn't dissipate at all, he desperately held Jiang Yuqian's hand, "Go home!"
Jiang Yuqian flicked his hand away likewise with all his might, then said to Zheng Shichu in an indifferent mocking tone, "Is this what you call a good show? It's not fun at all."
Then the sky above the small street was filled with Zheng Shichu's exaggerated and deliberate laughter. Like a ghost, piercing, sharp. Zhou Hao's hands were hanging down weakly, and he became a clown once again in front of everyone. Everyone is a sharp and cold audience, including his husband in the spiritual world.
Sun Yiwen has been silent beside Zhou Hao, and at this time, he also sensed everyone's malice. He patted Zhou Hao on the shoulder and said softly, "Let's go."
Zhou Hao quickly grabbed Sun Yiwen's collar and kissed him, although it was just superficial. But to outsiders, they definitely thought it was a hot tongue kiss. He counted silently in his heart, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... 30 seconds, he suddenly turned his head to see Jiang Yuqian's reaction.
The man was lowering his head and whispering to Cheng Zixu, he couldn't hide the smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of emotional tenderness.
The clown who doesn't get attention can only run away. Zhou Hao finally kicked Zheng Shichu, and then walked forward resolutely, no longer caring about the faces of the people, no longer caring about Sun Yiwen who followed closely behind...
After returning home and taking a shower, Zhou Hao got into the room. He felt that his whole body was covered with an air of humbleness that couldn't be washed away, no matter how well he pretended, it would definitely show up in the dead of night.
He flipped through a small pornographic film from the computer, put on the headset, and adjusted the volume to the maximum that his ears could handle. In it, two male stars were roaring and panting. As for these visual impacts on the body, he was already in no mood to look at them.
He closed his eyes, fantasizing to his heart's content about the two people inside, it was him and his husband, they were intimately entering, uniting, rubbing... In the desperate love, he threw out a lot of pain in life.
"Dad, Dad..." he murmured in pain.
Dad, that was too far away, it only existed in his memory before he was seven years old. Whenever Zhou Hao was in pain and couldn't get rid of it, he would deeply recall the vague man in his memory. Just like at this moment, it seems that people in the whole world are happy, only he is nesting in the dark and decaying day by day.
Obviously Jiang Yuqian can save him! It can obviously save him from the darkness! Why didn't he save him! Why didn't he save him!
These thoughts often appear in his mind in the form of fragmented fragments. Zhou Hao knew that he was sick. In the end, he managed to torture himself to the point of dying.
The lack of love in his childhood made him a stubborn and indifferent person. Over the years, he has been struggling to find the sustenance of his soul, but finally found that the sustenance he thought pushed him into a deeper hell.
It was difficult for him to get rid of the paranoid thoughts in his head, wandering in his head over and over again——
Why don't you save me!
Why don't you give me a hand!
Why do not you like me…
With so many people in the world, why did Zhou Hao focus on Jiang Yuqian like a paranoid? That is a long, long story...