On a sleepless night, Zhou Hao asked the learned Yan Ming, "Why do people live?"
Yan Ming was not surprised, he thought for a while and replied: "Your question is too broad, I can't answer it. Zhou Hao, you go to the window now and look down, do you see the taxi?"
Zhou Hao said, "I see."
Yan Ming continued: "In such a cold day, drivers are still soliciting customers on the street. Maybe they have wives and children at home. Why do you think they work so hard?"
After Zhou Hao thought deeply, he asked, "Is it for living?"
Yan Ming on the other end of the phone smiled: "I don't know, being alive may be a state of existence, whether you follow the rules or you have ups and downs, anyway, it's just one heart beating and two nostrils panting, everyone is no different. Zhou Hao, don't be too horny, get a good night's sleep, go back to your hometown during the Chinese New Year, I will ask my mother to cook some dishes you like, and you come to my house to play."
After hearing Yan Ming's words, Zhou Hao closed his eyes and had a good sleep. This sleep was so hearty that he slept until dawn. After waking up, he felt as if his lungs were breathing again, which was very comfortable.
From December to February of the next year, in just two months, the days seem to pass very quickly. I accidentally passed Christmas, and accidentally crossed the New Year. Spring Festival.
At this time, Zhou Hao was about to enter his thirties, exactly thirty years old.
The hospital gave half a month of Spring Festival holiday. On the second day of the holiday, Zhou Hao and Qian Weicheng returned to Suchuan. He went to Xiao Dong's place to take the fat guys home.
After staying in Suchuan for two days, I went through a series of check-in procedures for the two guys. On the fourth day, Zhou Hao returned to his hometown with the orange cat.
There was no telephone in his hometown, and the old couple didn't know the exact time of his return. When the bus was getting closer and closer to the entrance of the village, Zhou Hao saw his long-awaited grandma—who was much older and even used crutches.
After getting out of the car, Zhou Hao went straight to his grandma, who also saw him.
"I'm going home for the New Year." Zhou Hao resisted the sourness in his eyes, and spoke his hometown dialect with his relatives.
Grandma stared at Zhou Hao for a long time, then stretched out her hand tremblingly to touch Zhou Hao, "Just come back, baby, grandma misses you to death."
The grandparents and grandchildren were walking towards the east of the road, passing by a few houses, and the good-hearted woman shouted loudly, "Haohao is back?"
The grandma responded one by one. Leaning on crutches in one hand, she led the eldest grandson in the other, and walked through every house.
Later, Zhou Hao learned from neighbors that his grandma had been waiting for him at the intersection for many days, and seeing her so old and blowing the cold wind, others advised her to go back. She refused, and murmured, "My eldest grandson agreed to come back for the Chinese New Year." When a bus came, she had to look carefully.
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Jiang Yuqian knew that after the little lunatic left, it was almost the New Year's Eve, so he booked a ticket to fly to Qingjiang County that day. He didn't know where the little madman's hometown was. Standing on the street of the small southern town, he dragged his suitcase and called the little madman.
"Haohao, it's me, and I've come to Qingjiang too."
"Where are you now?" Zhou Hao was a little surprised.
Jiang Yuqian looked around, "After getting off the plane, I took a taxi to the city. I'm at the entrance of the Carrefour supermarket."
"Stay there and don't move, I'll pick you up."
"Hmm." It was difficult for Jiang Yuqian to describe his mood at that time, he was such a fool, he could only hum in a monotonous manner, um.
About half an hour later, Zhou Hao appeared in an army green down jacket.
The eyes of the two met across the wide road and passing vehicles. Zhou Hao waved at Jiang Yuqian, smiling broadly, and trotted over from the zebra crossing.
Many years later, Jiang Yuqian still remembered this comfortable winter afternoon—the little lunatic, running towards him with a smile.
"Why did you come here?" She ran in a hurry, breathing slightly panting.
Jiang Yuqian seemed to be stupid, and forgot to speak in an instant. He gently put his arms around the little lunatic, "I miss you."
The afternoon sun shone on Zhou Hao's new clothes, exuding the warm smell of washing powder. Jiang Yuqian sniffed it with his nose, unable to help himself, "You smell so sweet."
Zhou Hao raised his eyes, grinned and asked, "How fragrant is it?"
Jiang Yuqian couldn't answer, it was really embarrassing for him, he stuck a dull wooden stick in front of the little lunatic, thought hard for a while, and said a little nervously, "Everything smells good."
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yuqian lowered his head, just facing the little madman who raised his head. He touched the little madman's cheek lightly, then dragged the suitcase and walked straight forward.
Behind him, Zhou Hao was calling him, "Where are you going? It's the other way around!"
Jiang Yuqian turned around in embarrassment, and walked back dragging the suitcase.
The two stood by the platform at the entrance of the supermarket and waited for the bus. Zhou Hao was bored playing with his mobile phone, and Jiang Yuqian stood beside him quietly, deliberately touching the little lunatic from time to time.
"Go over there, why are you squeezing me all the time!" Zhou Hao took a few steps back and returned his attention to the phone.
Jiang Yuqian was left out in the cold, and also took a few steps back unwillingly.
Before Zhou Hao could complain again, the No. 21 bus came, and the two got on the bus.
There were not many people in the car, and the two sat in the back seat. The bus door closed automatically, and the car drove north, first passing through the sparsely populated suburbs, then passing several chemical factories, and finally arrived at the village of my hometown.
Jiang Yuqian was looking out the window all the way, this is the southern countryside, and he had never seen such a scene in his 27 years of life. It was too shocking, he didn't understand, how did the people here live in the low and dense houses? How are you panting again
Zhou Hao glanced sideways at Jiang Yuqian, but said nothing.
At the intersection, the two got out of the car. Under the curious eyes of the villagers, Zhou Hao led Jiang Yuqian back home.
"Why are they looking at me?" Jiang Yuqian was puzzled.
"Why else? I want to see what people in big cities look like." Zhou Hao said half-jokingly.
Grandpa and grandma heard that there will be visitors at home today, and they are cooking on the stove in the kitchen at the moment. Grandma's legs are not working well, and it is very difficult to work, but she is happy, the family has not been so lively for a long time.
"My friend is here." Zhou Hao said loudly at the kitchen door.
Both grandpa and grandma came out, and grandma hurriedly wiped her hands on the cloth bib, then touched Jiang Yuqian's hand lovingly and lovingly, "Son, it must have been a tough journey."
The elderly who have lived in the countryside for most of their lives are hard and simple, and they have cultivated a solid mind. Haohao's grandma is also like this. She thinks that if she treats her eldest grandson's friend better, this friend can also treat her elder grandson kindly.
Her Haohao's father died since she was a child, and she met an unreasonable mother. It was so pitiful. She wished that everyone in the world would pity her grandson and treat her grandson better.
A woman who grew up in the old society didn't know any self-esteem and self-love, she just wanted to take advantage of it, and wanted everyone to treat her grandson well.
Jiang Yuqian, like Xiao Sun, also couldn't understand the dialect here. He looked at the little lunatic, waiting for the little lunatic to translate for him.
"My grandma said, you have worked hard all the way."
Jiang Yuqian smiled, and shook hands with grandma, "It's not hard, we'll be there soon."
Grandma couldn't understand what he was saying either.
At half past five, it was dark. The four of them gathered around a small round table, and there were four dishes on the table, as well as the Sprite that grandpa bought from a small shop in the neighboring village.
The four small porcelain cups are very old, with bumps and bumps on them, and a few pieces of porcelain have fallen off the spout. Zhou Hao filled each cup with Sprite, and when it came to Jiang Yuqian's cup, he hesitated.
How can this young master of a wealthy family drink and eat this, so don't waste it in the end, his grandparents should feel sorry for the money spent.
"Do you drink?" Zhou Hao asked while holding the Sprite bottle.
Jiang Yuqian nodded, "Yes."
Zhou Hao poured him a glass.
Throughout the meal, the old couple were talking, talking about Haohao's childhood, but Jiang Yuqian couldn't understand at all.
Seeing that the eldest grandson's friend didn't move his chopsticks very much, grandma thought he was shy, so she quickly and enthusiastically picked up a large piece of lean meat for him.
Zhou Hao took the opportunity to glance at Jiang Yuqian's face, he thought, if this person dares to frown, he will kick him out.
Fortunately, Jiang Yuqian was smiling.
However, he ate very little of these meals, not even finishing a small bowl of rice. When Zhou Hao saw him pick up rice grains with chopsticks, he knew that this person didn't want to eat anymore.
"If you don't want to eat, just put down the bowl." Zhou Hao's mood was gloomy.
Jiang Yuqian looked at the little lunatic, fearing that he would misunderstand that he was pretending to be high-profile, so he quickly ate the rest of the meal.
Grandma thought the baby was hungry, so she got up and wanted to give him more food. Zhou Hao quickly stopped, "Grandma, he's already full."
After the meal, the two of them walked around the village, but after a few steps, Zhou Hao stopped. He turned his head to look at Jiang Yuqian, and after much deliberation, he decided to say it, "Go to the city at night and find a hotel to deal with it, you must not be used to living here."
Jiang Yuqian's eyes glowed with a deep glint, "Don't take it for granted."
Zhou Hao's tone was mocking, "You can do whatever you want, don't regret it if you can't sleep at night."
Jiang Yuqian pursed his lips, stopped talking, and played tricks, he had never been able to win against the little lunatic.
Grandma is getting old, and she could help lay the bed sheets a few years ago, but now she can't do much.
At night, Zhou Hao spread the sheets and covered the quilt by himself in the small room. Jiang Yuqian looked at the busy little lunatic, he thought, this is the sweetest life, his lover is doing housework, and he is looking at his lover.
"Do you want me to help?" Jiang Yuqian wanted to join in the housework.
Zhou Hao turned his eyes, "Would you know it?"
Of course, Jiang Yuqian had never put on a quilt, not only that, but he was also absent-minded, and when he was walking at night, he still thought about the rolling corn field in the book. Where did the corn come from at this time
After being busy for a while, Zhou Hao tidied everything inside and out. There is only an old TV set at home, and when it is turned on, it makes a buzzing sound. It should have been sent for repair.
On a country night without any entertainment, the two of them huddled next to each other in a small bed in the winter months, and neither of them spoke.
In the small room without floor heating, Jiang Yuqian, a northerner, felt very cold, and he and the little lunatic got closer and closer.
"Haohao, are you cold?" Jiang Yuqian asked, exhaling hot air on Zhou Hao's face.
Zhou Hao noticed that this man was shivering coldly, and subconsciously put his arms around him, "Is it still cold?"
At this moment, Jiang Yuqian was completely lost. A fire ignited in his heart, and he remembered what the little lunatic said before about the hope of life, if one loses hope, one will not be able to live on.
Then what is Jiang Yuqian's hope—
He wanted to take the little lunatic home, and wanted to get the little lunatic's love.
The dazed Jiang Yuqian stared at the little madman obsessively. From too close, he saw the greenish stubble on the little madman's lips, standing up densely one by one.
"It's time for you to shave." Jiang Yuqian deliberately rubbed his chin against the little lunatic's chin.
"Calm down, sleep, I've turned off the light." Zhou Hao withdrew his hand, he was in a daze just now, and regarded him as poor Wenwen.
The stiff bed board made Jiang Yuqian's back uncomfortable; the quilt had been placed for a long time, and it hadn't been pulled out to dry in the sun, so it smelled musty; the bed was too small, and it was a bit suffocating for him to lie here with such a big body Bend.
Jiang Yuqian couldn't sleep soundly. He changed his position slightly, but he didn't want to but alarmed the little lunatic. The little lunatic was still in a daze, and he muttered, "Don't make trouble, Wenwen, sleep well..."
In the darkness, a trace of hurt and grievance flashed in the man's eyes.
His hope is far away.