The next day, Jiang Yuqian was the first to get up from the bed. He went outside to buy breakfast, and when he brought it to the dormitory, the two were still sleeping. He was hesitating whether to wake them up when the phone's alarm rang, and they both opened their eyes at the same time.
"Brother Hao, I'm so sleepy." Qian Weicheng turned off the alarm clock, closed his eyes and lay down again.
Over there, Zhou Hao barely sat up and shook his head vigorously, "Qian Weicheng, hurry up, if you sleep again, you won't be able to catch up."
"Ah, kill me, I don't want to go back..."
Zhou Hao just wanted to turn his head to take a look at the kid when he spotted Jiang Yuqian, and his mind instantly came to his senses.
"What time is the plane? I'll see you off later."
When Qian Weicheng heard the voice, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth was still in a strange tone, "Oh, Mr. Jiang, why are you here?"
"You two were drunk yesterday, I sent you back. What time is the plane?"
"Nine o'clock." Qian Weicheng said.
Jiang Yuqian looked at his watch, "It's already eight o'clock, hurry up."
Zhou Hao was still in a state of confusion and confusion, but time waited for no one. Like Qian Weicheng, he rushed to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, and then hurriedly packed his luggage.
The clothes were not folded, and they were all stuffed into the box. They glanced around the dormitory to see if there was anything left behind, and the result—
Zhou Hao found the lonely pile of models in the corner.
Jiang Yuqian also saw the hesitant gaze of the little lunatic, he remained silent, his heart clenched tightly. Then, he saw that the little lunatic still packed the pile of things in the bag.
When Zhou Hao raised his eyes, he happened to meet Jiang Yuqian looking at the bag in his hand, and he tried to explain, "I kind of like models, staying here is a waste of your money."
Jiang Yuqian remained calm on the surface, but there was already a wave of joy in his heart.
Jiang Yuqian drove them to the airport, but fortunately there was no traffic jam on the road.
"Thank you Mr. Jiang, let's go." Qian Weicheng got out of the car and waved at Jiang Yuqian.
Before Zhou Hao got out of the car, Jiang Yuqian turned his head and handed him a small bottle of xylitol, "When your ears feel uncomfortable, chew two pills. I won't get out of the car to see you off. When you arrive, report to me that you are safe. "
"Well, I'm leaving, goodbye." Zhou Hao opened the door.
"Haohao." Jiang Yuqian suddenly stopped him, "I will miss you..."
Zhou Hao smiled at him and waved his hand.
The two walked away, and Jiang Yuqian realized that the breakfast he bought was still in the passenger seat, and he didn't give it to them.
But thinking that the plane should provide breakfast at nine o'clock, he drove back with peace of mind.
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The soup in the pot was still boiling, and Zhou Hao was about to sprinkle some seasoning when he heard Qian Weicheng yelling, "Brother Hao, your phone number doesn't show your name—"
"Help me pick up—"
"Okay—"
The two people's words dragged a high-pitched ending, echoing in this small apartment of 60 square meters.
It has been a few days since they came back, and the two have returned to their former leisurely life. As for Qian Weicheng, he still plays mahjong to find a partner, and occasionally comes to Zhou Hao's house for dinner. This kid has been quite depressed recently, because Grandma Wang who is across the door has gone on a trip with her wife and has not been at home, so the matter of inquiring about his granddaughter has been wasted for the time being.
Zhou Hao dipped a spatula in some soup and tasted it. It was a little salty. There was too much salt just now. At this moment, Qian Weicheng suddenly appeared at the kitchen door, "Brother Hao, I have something to do, so I'm going back first."
"You don't eat?"
"Eat, I'll eat somewhere else."
Zhou Hao wondered if this kid was sick and didn't eat the ready-made food, rather he had to change places, but on second thought, maybe someone arranged a blind date for him, and he might sneak a look.
"That's all right, slow down on your way. By the way, whose call was it just now?"
"Those who sell insurance, life accident insurance, you only need 1,000 yuan a year. If you get seriously ill or have a major accident, you can get..."
"All right, all right, get out of here." Zhou Hao interrupted him immediately.
After the sound of closing the door, the house returned to the tranquility like water. Fortunately, meatballs were crackling in the oil pan in the kitchen, and Zhou Hao had no time to experience the sudden tranquility.
About half an hour later, someone rang the doorbell. Zhou Hao wiped his hand on the apron and walked over to open the door.
"Don't talk about changing places, why..." Zhou Hao had a ready-to-go sneer on his face, trying to tease Qian Weicheng, but when he saw the person, he was completely stunned.
Standing beside Jiang Yuqian was a black trolley case, with a large cardboard box wrapped around his right arm. He was wearing a black jacket, the same style as the one given to Zhou Hao.
Zhou Hao was so surprised that he didn't recover for a while.
"I'll come and see you." Jiang Yuqian spoke first.
Zhou Hao took a few steps back, "Come in, I just finished my meal."
"This is for you." Jiang Yuqian handed over what was in his hand, and Zhou Hao took it without any hesitation.
Jiang Yuqian put on his shoes and entered the house. He stood between the living room and the dining room in a daze, looking around.
"Wash your hands and come over to eat."
The dishes were already on the table, Zhou Hao put the cardboard box Jiang Yuqian gave him on the sofa, untied his apron, and went to the kitchen to fill two bowls of rice.
During the meal, the two had their own concerns. Jiang Yuqian picked up a mouthful of food with chopsticks, and then glanced at Zhou Hao, but his gaze was hidden and he didn't dare to show it to others.
"Why do you keep looking at me?" The sensitive little lunatic still noticed it.
Jiang Yuqian lowered his head shyly, avoiding the little lunatic's questioning.
After eating, Zhou Hao stood up and was about to clean up the dishes. Jiang Yuqian took the lead, "Let me do the washing."
Zhou Hao glanced at him, didn't argue with him, and let him go. He sat on the sofa and opened the cardboard box Jiang Yuqian brought. Inside was a gray model airplane, bf109k4, a fighter jet model during World War II. Zhou Hao put the small plane on the TV cabinet in front of the bedroom, and placed it with the ones he brought back from City A.
He knelt down and touched these small models very gently, a soft hole opened in his heart, and the wet memories submerged in it gradually flowed out through the hole.
He has always been an easy-to-satisfy kid, and that hasn't changed.
Whether it's Xiao Sun who gave him a sweater, or Jiang Yuqian who gave him a model airplane, he will always remember them in his heart for the rest of his life.
Kind child, forget the pain when the scar is healed. He is a down-to-earth person, sometimes he doesn't even understand why so many people don't like him, why so many people want to isolate him.
Jiang Yuqian leaned against the door of the bedroom, watching the little lunatic who was immersed in his own thoughts, his heart began to ache, and he walked back to the living room without looking away.
Several pots of green potted plants were planted on the balcony. The damp and cold weather in early spring did not affect the vitality of these plants at all. These were placed by the little lunatic at home to purify the air according to Sun Yiwen's instructions. Of course Jiang Yuqian didn't know, he stood beside these green plants and lit a cigarette.
It was afternoon, the sun was warm and warm, Jiang Yuqian turned his head and looked back at the 60-square-meter hut—
In the small house, there lived a man who made him happy but also made him feel distressed. Young and energetic, he missed the love given by men. At that time, he didn't understand what love was at all, and the two always had endless quarrels.
Probably love is companionship, stumbling and noisy, but it can always arouse your infinite passion.
"Jiang Yuqian." The little lunatic came out of the bedroom.
Jiang Yuqian extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and walked back to the living room. He looked at the little madman affectionately and speechlessly, but he couldn't say a word.
The affection accumulated over the years is exposed in this 60-square-meter house with the prosperous sunshine as the background.
"Thank you for the gift." Zhou Hao was really grateful to him.
Affection is like thousands of rivers and seas rushing down, converging in a small hug. Jiang Yuqian walked over quickly, and suddenly hugged the man in front of him, "As long as you like it."
With Zhou Hao's powerless hand hanging down, he changed his movements and hugged the man in front of him with the same strength.
Jiang Yuqian was encouraged, he clasped the little lunatic's shoulders with both hands, and kissed him. The moment his lips were about to touch, Zhou Hao turned his face away.
Jiang Yuqian was stunned for a few seconds, his chest still seemed to be panting slightly, "I'm sorry, I was too impatient..."
Zhou Hao shook his head, but said nothing.
The two sat on the sofa, and Jiang Yuqian flipped through the books on the coffee table, speaking calmly, "Do you like reading recently?"
"Well, reading a book is quite interesting."
"I used to only see you reading professional books, but now your interest has expanded."
Zhou Hao also picked up a book, flipped through a few pages casually, and replied with a smile, "Books are good things. Occasionally, life will be in a bottleneck period. There will always be words in the book that make you feel the same. Read it a few times, it seems There's nothing left to do."
Jiang Yuqian stared blankly at the strange little lunatic in front of him. There were probably two personalities in this man, the paranoid and pitiful childhood, and the mature man who saw through the world at the moment.
In the past, the little pitiful always prevailed, but later, it seemed that mature men gradually gained the upper hand.
The little lunatic is really changing bit by bit.
"I went to the company yesterday. I didn't drive. I took the subway. When I went back at night, I passed the station. Later, I saw that the terminal was Minlin, so I went there for a walk. Guess what I saw?"
Zhou Hao was very interested, "What?"
"I saw a young man with a guitar on his back, and I was wondering if it was the one you mentioned. I walked over and asked him, have you been here for the past few years? The young man was stunned, probably thinking I was crazy , but he still talked to me, he said he just came here half a month ago."
"That's certainly not what I said."
"Well, definitely not." Jiang Yuqian looked at the little lunatic very seriously, "Haohao, like I said, that person may have found his way."
This topic is too heavy, Zhou Hao paused and thought for a moment.
"Maybe some people have no way at all. Yan Ming told me, just let nature take its course and live as you want... Do you eat fruit? I'll cut some."
Jiang Yuqian nodded, still thinking about what the little lunatic said just now.