Jiang Yuqian lived in Suchuan, and for the first week, he slept on Zhou Hao's sofa. He is a smart man who knows how to advance and retreat. Zhou Hao didn't say to drive him away, nor would he offer to sleep in someone else's bedroom.
It must have been a long time, and Zhou Hao also felt that something was wrong. He had only thought of this person for a few days before going back. He asked Jiang Yuqian, don't you need to go back to work? Jiang Yuqian answered absolutely, it doesn't matter, I'm the boss anyway.
In the south in early spring, it is warm and cold, but due to the damp and cold, most people still wear winter clothes and equipment. This is a season of high incidence of colds.
Zhou Hao's life is extremely regular, going to bed early and getting up early, usually he gets up at 6:30, makes breakfast for the two of them, and then pedals to work. Leave the pots and pans to Jiang Yuqian to wash, since he is idle anyway.
When he came back from get off work at noon, Jiang Yuqian must have been busy with a table of dishes waiting for him. Jiang Yuqian is a good cook, good at frying, frying, stewing, everything.
In the evening, the two of them were busy with each other without disturbing each other. Zhou Hao would read books and tease cats, and Jiang Yuqian would watch TV occasionally. As soon as ten o'clock arrived, everyone went to bed.
Grandma Wang from the opposite door came back. It was the weekend and both of them were at home. Hearing the knock on the door, Jiang Yuqian went to open the door.
Both the man and the old man were stunned at the same time, but soon, Grandma Wang returned to her usual enthusiasm, "Is Xiao Zhou at home? I brought him some Qingcheng specialties."
Grandma Wang and her husband went to Qingcheng to play for half a month.
Jiang Yuqian was obviously not quite used to talking to the warm old lady, so he said calmly, "At home."
Zhou Hao also came over at this time, "Are you back?"
"Just got home." The purple scarf around Grandma Wang's neck was very conspicuous. She raised her chest and raised her head, deliberately showing the part of her neck. "Did you see this scarf? Eight hundred yuan, it's too expensive. My old man has to buy it. Does it look good?" ?”
"nice."
"I think it looks good too. Oops, I forgot about it. This is a special product for you." Grandma Wang handed the things in her hand to Zhou Hao, "Grandma has gone back."
"Wait!" Zhou Hao called to Grandma Wang, and went to the kitchen to take out the freshly baked biscuits, "This is made by my friend, it's still hot, take it home and taste it."
"Okay, then I'll take it home and try it."
Jiang Yuqian watched helplessly as the little lunatic gave out the biscuits he made, a little depressed, and stood aside in a muffled voice.
"Who is she?"
"An old lady across the door."
"Cookies are for you."
"I don't like sweets."
Jiang Yuqian stopped arguing, and muttered in a low voice, "I didn't put much sugar..."
With the recent flu outbreak, many kindergartens and elementary schools have been closed. Adults and children must wear masks when they go out. Jiang Yuqian was also infected at some point. Maybe he went out to buy groceries, or went out to pick up a little lunatic from get off work.
At first, it was just a cough, and I was not energetic. Later, I started to have a high fever, and I almost lost consciousness.
In the middle of the night, when Zhou Hao got up to go to the toilet, he heard the sound of dreaming in the living room. He walked over and was about to tuck Jiang Yuqian into a quilt. When he touched the man's skin with his hand, he found that his fever had not subsided, and it was frighteningly high.
"Jiang Yuqian, Jiang Yuqian..." he shouted a few times.
The person in the dream probably felt very uncomfortable, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the expression on his face was very painful.
Zhou Hao shook him, Jiang Yuqian opened his eyes with difficulty, his voice was obviously haggard, "What's the matter..."
"Get up and put on clothes, your fever won't come down, you have to go to the hospital."
Zhou Hao turned on the light in the living room, then ran back to the bedroom to get dressed, and took a loose down jacket, scarf, and hat from the closet.
"Put these on, it's cold outside at night."
Jiang Yuqian felt weak all over, so he put on his coat directly over his pajamas, and then put on the little lunatic's down jacket.
Zhou Hao pushed his bicycle out of the corridor, and it made a crisp clanging sound in the cold night.
After getting off the elevator, Zhou Hao stepped onto the bicycle, turned his head slightly and said to the man wrapped in a big rice dumpling behind him, "Sit on."
Jiang Yuqian obediently sat in the back seat. As soon as his butt touched the seat, the handlebars began to shake, and Zhou Hao rode forward crookedly.
"You are so heavy!" Zhou Hao muttered.
Bicycles passed through the streets of the small town of Suchuan, passing by the wind, and the bright street lights glowed with a warm yellow halo, illuminating their way forward.
Zhou Hao didn't know where his path was. He gradually let go a lot, and didn't care about this man's past. He even seldom thought about Xiaosun, the boy who once gave him a home.
Not asking for deep understanding, afraid of deep understanding, he only hopes that this day can be wasted day after day...
Jiang Yuqian rested his head lightly on the back of the little lunatic, and he felt a stream of warmth passing to him through his heavy clothes.
The little madman's feet were kicking forward vigorously, and Jiang Yuqian hugged the little madman in front of him tightly.
"Haohao..." The man's voice was weak.
Zhou Hao heard it. He was facing the wind and his nose was red from the cold. He asked with a loud voice, "What's the matter?"
The man just clung to his back even more, whimpered three words in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."
The voice of confession floated in the cold night and was blown away by the wind.
When he arrived at the hospital, Jiang Yuqian sat slumped on the bench, his eyelids were too tired to open, Zhou Hao hurriedly registered and paid for him.
"Jiang Yuqian." Zhou Hao bent down and gently patted the person whose eyes were closed.
Jiang Yuqian raised his head and smiled weakly, "Haohao, you are so kind to me..."
Zhou Hao's expression was a little stiff, he stood up, "I'll take you to the infusion room."
The hospital is overcrowded recently, and the beds in the infusion room are full of people. Jiang Yuqian can only sit on the armchair, and Zhou Hao sits next to him.
The liquid in the hanging bottle flowed drop by drop to the winding veins. Jiang Yuqian stared blankly at the little lunatic who was sleeping with his eyes closed. He leaned over and wanted to change his position, but the little lunatic suddenly opened his eyes.
"Is it cold?" Zhou Hao asked, and his hands subconsciously closed the down jacket he was wearing outside.
Jiang Yuqian stared at the man in front of him obsessively. Although he was ill, he could still see a smile on his face.
"Are you crazy, why do you keep looking at me?"
Jiang Yuqian wasn't shy this time, and leaned his head against the little lunatic's shoulder.
Zhou Hao felt a little uncomfortable, he was motionless, sitting upright.
It was past four o'clock in the morning after the infusion, Jiang Yuqian took a nap, and when the nurse came to pull out the needle, he woke up and moved away from the little lunatic's shoulder.
"Just... fell asleep just now." Jiang Yuqian was a little nervous and spoke incoherently.
"Is it better? Let's go, let's go home."
It was the same bicycle, the two of them were in front of each other, and the shadows of the two passing by were reflected on the street covered in morning fog...
Back home, Zhou Hao folded the quilt in the bedroom, and shouted into the living room, "Jiang Yuqian, come here."
Jiang Yuqian was still wrapped in a loose down jacket, and he walked into the bedroom sickly.
"Today you sleep in the room and I sleep on the sofa."
Jiang Yuqian looked at Zhou Hao eagerly, "Sleep together, okay? I'm afraid of the cold..."
"No, it will be contagious." Zhou Hao refused very simply.
After closing the bedroom door, Zhou Hao hid in the bathroom and smoked a cigarette. He seldom touches this thing now, not to mention hurting his body, and it's fucking expensive.
This cigarette has been at home for a year, and it has not been opened. Today is an exception.
A little smoke spread from the cigarette butt, spiraling upwards, blurring vision in the narrow space soon. After not smoking for a long time, Zhou Hao choked on the first mouthful, coughed violently, and his face was flushed.
"Old Zhou, stop smoking cigarettes, it's too harmful to your body..."
Suddenly, he remembered Sun Yiwen's care. Like seeing a scourge, he threw the remaining half of the cigarette into the toilet, and pressed the flush button vigorously.
With a sound of "Ha La", all the past was swept away.
Suddenly, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Jiang Yuqian stood alone at the door, looking at the little lunatic with scarlet eyes.
Forget each other in pairs, it has been too many years between them.
"Jiang Yuqian, I didn't listen to Sun Yiwen, he told me not to smoke anymore, I didn't listen to him..." The little lunatic squatted by the toilet, shrinking into a small ball.
Jiang Yuqian walked over and stretched out a hand, "Haohao, get up."
The little lunatic desperately grabbed the driftwood Jiang Yuqian threw over.
The two of them huddled together on the single bed in the bedroom and got under the quilt. Jiang Yuqian kept holding onto the little lunatic's hand.
"Why are you hiding and smoking?"
Zhou Hao still held onto that hand tightly, and said with a tranced and painful expression, "I shouldn't be nice to you...I'm sorry for Sun Yiwen..."
Jiang Yuqian understood that the little lunatic had fallen into a dead end of self-construction again. This person didn't like to confide in others, but liked to torture himself.
Jiang Yuqian leaned over and kissed the little lunatic, pressed his ear, and comforted him softly, "I'll ask Ou Yi tomorrow, I'll ask him, what is Sun Yiwen doing now? You go to bed now."
"Yeah." Zhou Hao kept nodding, his face finally became less ferocious, and he closed his eyes.
With the light from the street lamp outside the window, Jiang Yuqian peeked wantonly at the sleeping face of the little lunatic. He had no way of knowing whether that boy named Sun Yiwen had brought hope to this poor little man? Why after so many years, the little lunatic still can't forget...
Sincerely, he is a little jealous of Sun Yiwen.