For the next day, Zhou Hao was always inseparable from Jiang Yuqian, wherever Jiang Yuqian went, he would follow him, even if he was going to the bathroom to pee, he would stand by the pool pretendingly Wash your hands.
It's so obvious.
Jiang Yuqian knew the little lunatic's intentions, and he was waiting for him to contact Ou Yi to help him find out about Sun Yiwen's whereabouts.
Jiang Yuqian still didn't have much energy, but his body temperature had dropped anyway. He lay in bed for a whole day, and Zhou Hao just sat in the bedroom for a whole day, except for preparing three meals.
Until the evening, Zhou Hao finally couldn't hold back, he weighed what he was going to say in his heart for a long time, "Jiang Yuqian, did you forget something?"
Jiang Yuqian raised his eyes, his pupils were black and bright, "I haven't forgotten."
Zhou Hao lowered his eyes and stopped talking, he didn't dare to press too hard.
"I really haven't forgotten, I'll ask him in a while." Jiang Yuqian couldn't bear to see Zhou Hao's humble begging for help, but he didn't dare to press him.
At eight o'clock in the evening, when thousands of houses were lit up, the man made a call to City A.
The moment the connection was made, the house was surprisingly quiet. Zhou Hao held his breath and pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, but he heard nothing except a few laughs on the other end of the phone.
"By the way, last time you said you were not in City A, where did you go?" Ou Yi asked.
"I went to the south," Jiang Yuqian looked sideways at the dignified little lunatic, and continued, "I've always wanted to ask, where is Sun Yiwen now?"
The smile on the other end of the phone became sharper, "He, at first I wanted to relive my old dreams, but then guess what, when he saw me, he was so frightened that his eyes filled with tears. I was really annoyed by it, so I sent him to study abroad Don't worry, he doesn't dare to contact your little partner."
Jiang Yuqian turned his head and glanced at the little lunatic again to make sure he didn't hear what he said just now.
"I'm staying with Zhou Hao. He wants to ask you about Sun Yiwen's whereabouts. I'll give him the phone and you can tell him."
Jiang Yuqian handed the phone to the little lunatic, and the little lunatic took it with trembling hands, carefully sticking it to his ear.
"Is Sun Yiwen doing well?" Zhou Hao's longing and guilt had accumulated for many years, and even his voice trembled.
Ou Yi is not a fool, he knows what to say and what not to say, the most important thing right now is to reassure Yu Qian, a little lover.
"He's fine. He's gone to the United States. I contacted him a few days ago and he said that he and his friends are planning to go to Europe for a while. What's wrong? He didn't tell you?"
"No, he didn't tell me..." Zhou Hao began to look back and forth, his face frightened and anxious. After about ten seconds, he asked again, "Where is his father? I've looked for him, but he doesn't live there anymore."
Over there, Ou Yi smiled even more casually, "Oh, this, I improved the environment of their home and changed their living place. How could people live in that place before?"
At this moment, the little lunatic was both relieved and completely helpless.
Day and night, he reflected on his poverty and his worthlessness. He said countless times that I don't want to meet Sun Yiwen, as long as he lives well.
But is this really the case
In his selfish heart, he still longed for that boy who was as poor as him to give up worldly money and property and live with him as a partner. He has read so many books, it is really useless at the moment.
The current phone call undoubtedly destroyed his selfish desire, and the effect of this destruction was enough to shake the world.
Wenwen has a new life and is going to Europe to play. His father also bought a new house. He finally led his family to live a good life. He is a man who lives in the abyss and is so poor that only his self-esteem is left, Wen Wen really doesn't want to have him.
Zhou Hao hung up the phone in his hand, and 20:10 was displayed on the screen of the phone, which meant that the call only existed for ten minutes.
What can you do in ten minutes? It's not enough to watch a movie; it's not enough to make a delicious dinner; it's not enough to have a gun...
But it completely broke Zhou Hao's muddled thoughts over the past few years, and he once again realized cruelly: if you are poor, you have a cold nose, and you are so poor that you only have self-esteem, then don't think about it this day. Ansheng has passed.
At 8:10 in Su Chuan, the windows of every house were lit. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the giggling of the young couple upstairs, but Zhou Hao's small bedroom is like stagnant water. as quiet.
"Jiang Yuqian, I want to pay back the money I owe you. I will pay you two thousand a month." After a long time, Zhou Hao finally spoke.
The result of the little madman's long-term thinking was to pay back the money, which was a bit beyond Jiang Yuqian's guess.
Jiang Yuqian looked at the little madman distressedly, and he nodded, "Well, one thousand yuan is enough, and the remaining one thousand yuan is my accommodation fee."
Zhou Hao was a little tired, he walked out of the bedroom in a daze, and lay down on the sofa in the living room. I took off my shoes and put on a quilt, hoping to close my eyes until dawn.
Jiang Yuqian then walked to the sofa, squatted down, and said with a serious nasal voice, "Haohao, do you want something to eat? I'll go downstairs to buy it."
Their dinner was two bowls of sticky porridge that the little lunatic cooked casually, and the little lunatic didn't drink a few sips.
The little lunatic lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling of the living room. He told Jiang Yuqian about the night on July 16 many years ago. He said that his mother passed away that night, and he had to catch the train from City A back to Qingjiang for three days and three nights, but he couldn't see her for the last time. Why do you have to take the train? Because the train tickets are cheap, when he first went to college, the first time he traveled far, he took the train with a hard seat.
Jiang Yuqian leaned against the sofa and sat down. He felt that his breathing became sensitive and heavy, and every time he took a breath, his heart ached.
The little lunatic also said that he had a lot of questions to ask his mother. When he was in college, he called his mother once, and before he said a few words, his mother hung up... The words in his stomach were never asked again.
"Haohao, what did you want to say when you called me?" This was a question that could never be avoided, and Jiang Yuqian finally asked it again.
"I don't know who to call. I don't know anyone. They don't understand when I tell them. I want to find someone. I want to tell him that my mother died. I feel uncomfortable..."
That night, he indulged in the KTV, with Cheng Zixu by his side... Even after so many years, Jiang Yuqian still clearly remembered every detail of that night, but he never expected that the truth behind these details would be so shocking.
If he had been able to comfort the poor little man at that time, if he had been able to fly to Qingjiang immediately and hug the poor little man, would the little lunatic have a better life now? Perhaps he would not be paranoid to the point of torturing himself .
Jiang Yuqian couldn't listen anymore, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore. He stood up tremblingly, and walked back to the bedroom.
A person with a sound family relationship like him would sometimes sulk for no reason, angry at his parents' negligence, how did the little lunatic grow up little by little? On the day his mother died, what did he think of this woman he loved and hated
At about nine o'clock, Jiang Yuqian called Jia Lin. Jia Lin was the only one of their friends who had shown kindness to the little lunatic. He had even persuaded himself to treat Zhou Hao better.
"What are you doing? You deliberately don't let people pick up girls at night." Jia Lin's voice was very cheerful.
"Jia Lin, I feel bad..."
"What about you?"
…
Jiang Yuqian walked back to the sofa, kissed the little lunatic, and asked softly in his ear, "Is it cold? Are you hungry?"
Zhou Hao struggled to sit up, his gaze softly turned to Jiang Yuqian, "I want to eat stewed noodles with tomatoes."
"I'll do it for you."
In the kitchen, the sound of beating eggs, the whirring sound of boiling water, and the humming of the range hood came one after another. The noise gathered in one place, and it became an ordinary home.
Zhou Hao closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa, humming a light tune, shaking his head from side to side.
If he hums, his hatred for the man in the kitchen will decrease, and if he hums, his thoughts about Xiao Sun will decrease.
Jiang Yuqian came out holding the noodles, and saw the little lunatic humming in good spirits. He smiled wistfully, and put the bowl on the coffee table.
"The face is ready."
Zhou Hao opened his eyes, picked up the bowl of noodles, and ate voraciously. In fact, he wasn't very hungry, but during the days when he and Xiaosun lived together, apart from cakes, the two of them ate noodles most often, and they were noodles with tomatoes.
"Slow down, there is still in the pot."
Zhou Hao ignored it, and kept sucking the noodles in the bowl roughly, without any image at all.
At ten o'clock, Zhou Hao lay back in the bedroom. He hugged Jiang Yuqian vigorously, and the strength in his hands showed that he would not let go even if he died.
Jiang Yuqian was uncomfortably strangled by him, and turned his body slightly to the side. Zhou Hao reacted immediately and hugged him even tighter.
"Haohao, go to sleep." Jiang Yuqian knew that the little lunatic was feeling uncomfortable, but he had to sleep anyway.
Zhou Hao ignored him, he stared at Jiang Yuqian with bright black eyes, and he didn't intend to let go of his hand.
It was almost early morning, and Jiang Yuqian had been hugged stiffly by the little lunatic for almost two hours, without saying a word, just looking at him with his eyes open.
"Go to sleep, don't you still go to work tomorrow?"
Zhou Hao's expression didn't change, he asked lightly, "Are you sleepy?"
"Fortunately, not very sleepy."
As soon as Zhou Hao blurted out his words, Zhou Hao kissed him, frantically sucking the smell from the other person's mouth, his eyes were no longer dark and bright, and he became confused, "I want to do..."
The temperature in the bedroom in early spring was a bit low, and the air conditioner was not turned on in the room. The two of them went deep into the room, and the friction produced a rare heat. The heat spread over a large area, from the crotch to the whole body, and finally turned into the forbearance and comfort in the throat. Along with the heat in the mouth, they were brought out together.
The night is quite long.
In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Yuqian woke up first, and with his slight movements, Zhou Hao also opened his eyes.
The turmoil in the middle of the night came and went without a trace, and the two did not mention it to each other.
"I'm here to make breakfast, what do you want to eat? Do you still eat tomato stewed noodles?" Jiang Yuqian asked gently.
Zhou Hao was slightly stunned, and said weakly, "I won't eat it, and I won't eat it in the future..."
After breakfast, Jiang Yuqian took the little lunatic to work on that bicycle.
The little lunatic sat behind him, talking non-stop, and seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
Jiang Yuqian couldn't guess where this person's strange happiness came from.
He waved his hand partingly, "I'll come pick you up at noon."
On the way back, Jiang Yuqian stopped by the supermarket, bought some vegetables and went home, washed the vegetables, and cooked the rice. He spared no time to call Ouyi.
"Hey, what did you tell Zhou Hao yesterday?"
"I didn't say anything, don't worry."
"What the hell did you say!"
"Fuck, you've eaten explosives. I told him that Sun Yiwen is doing well, and his father is also doing well. Look, what else can I say... But it's strange, he didn't ask me about Sun Yiwen. The contact information, after I finished speaking, he put the phone down... "
Jiang Yuqian hung up the phone in a daze, everything he should understand and what he shouldn't understand, at this moment he understood everything.
The abnormal behavior of the little lunatic, and even the joy of last night, all had the purpose of deliberately forgetting.
He is forgetting Sun Yiwen.