Love, Expired

There is an old saying that if you do not die, you will have blessings. Zhou Hao spent a few days lying at home, always wondering where he should have the blessings? Without thinking, I went to the hospital to report.

The doctors and nurses in the same department all heard of their nine dead lives in Taishui. They all surrounded Zhou Hao and made him talk about something thrilling.

Zhou Hao repeatedly said that he was suppressed for three days and later rescued.

Everyone couldn't ask anything, and they broke up.

A small nurse reminded Zhou Hao that in the past two months, there was always a boy who came to their department to inquire about his whereabouts.

"I see." Zhou Hao guessed it was Sun Yiwen and asked again, "You didn't tell him, I went to Taishui a while ago."

"No, just tell him you're on a business trip."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," said the little nurse, bowing her head to the nurse's watch, "after a while, the boy has to come over again."

Zhou Hao is now sitting with the teacher, recording the case aside, or doing some simple examinations for the patient. It's a while before going to work at half past eight. He took out the cereals and soy milk bought in the morning and ate them out. After the cake was half finished, I heard someone calling him,

"Zhou Hao, someone is looking for!"

Walking out of the department, I saw Sun Yiwen standing in the aisle. The last time I saw him, he was still in a cotton jacket. Now he is wearing a thin coat.

"Why are you here?"

Sun Yiwen saw the big cake in his hand and said stupidly, "You like to eat cake, I will make it, and I will give you a cake in the morning."

Zhou Hao led him to no one.

"Problems?"

"I heard them say you're on a business trip and asked when you'll be back. They didn't say it, so I'll come and see it every day."

Zhou Hao kept her lips silent, with some surprises.

To say that he did not swing in his heart, it must be deceiving. Such a beautiful and pretty boy is delivering food to you and waiting for you every day. People are emotional and always touched.

Right now, all his attention was taken away by Sun Yiwen, and the charming figure in front of him could only be seen glowing infinitely in his pupils. He couldn't help reaching out and touched Sun Yiwen's cheek.

The touch in his hand made him shake again. What was he doing?

Sun Yiwen smiled awkwardly, bowed his head, and was embarrassed.

"Come to my house in the evening. There is flour in my kitchen, which is enough for you to spread a few flatbreads."

"OK ... OK."

Throughout the day, Zhou Hao had snacks away. Think about how much flour is left in the house for a while, and then think about it. What kind of cakes, scallions, and other onions does the kid want to share? On the way back at night, he was still thinking about whether to go to the supermarket to buy something.

Think about it, think about it, the little head is full of trivia, and there is no room to think about other things.

No wonder, people always say, just be busy, you have no time to remember the scars.

However, when he walked on the road and looked up at the sky, and the sky was particularly blue, those decaying and rotten damp memories still invaded like flood beasts ...

The woman who gave birth to him no longer loves him, even if there is a thick layer of blood between them; men who have been entangled for many years don't want him, even if they are still making love-love for a second.

It turned out that Zhou Hao had nothing.

Then I bought a fart of flour and a flat cake of fart.

When I got home at night and got out of the elevator, I found Sun Yiwen's nest at his door.

"You're back." His eyes widened and he smiled.

Zhou Hao walked expressionlessly, inserted the key into the hole, rotated and twisted, and Sun Yiwen followed him into the house.

"Where's your flour?" Sun Yiwen asked.

Zhou Hao walked towards the balcony, facing the yellow sky, and lit a cigarette.

Sun Yiwen glanced sideways at him, then went into the kitchen, as if familiar with the road, and groped for the ingredients and tools to be used. Sprinkle some water and make the noodles, beat four eggs, add some milk, knead well, and fry it.

Soon, a plate of crispy yellow and tender milk quiche was just fine, Sun Yiwen brought it to the table, and Zhou Hao was still smoking on the balcony. He didn't bother, and didn't even make any noise, just sat on the stool obediently.

Enough smoke, Zhou Hao stepped forward.

"Is the cake good?"

"Um." Sun Yiwen pushed the plate in front of him. "You try it."

Zhou Hao's mood was slightly under control. He squeezed a piece of cake and put it in his mouth. The sweet taste stimulated Bud and the smell of milk.

This was later Zhou Hao's deepest impression on Sun Yiwen. The sweet milk fragrance was clean.

The two were eating bread, and the sound of a key jack sounded outside the door. It's Jiang Yuyan.

He apparently did not expect a strange man to appear at home, and still sat in his fixed position, eating. Looking closely, I think this person is a bit familiar, and I can't remember where I've met.

Sun Yiwen recognized the person, who was the man at the bar's door, probably the "boyfriend" in Zhou Hao's mouth.

In order to avoid misunderstandings, he tried to explain, but his expressions and movements, without exception, were very restrained. "That ... I'm his friend, come here at night ... come and play."

It's okay not to say it, but it feels unclear.

Zhou Hao faced everything in front of him indifferently, squinting at Jiang Yuyan, seemingly waiting for this person's reaction.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yuzheng only made a mistake for a moment, and then entered the room without saying a word.

Sun Yiwen intuitively did a terrible thing, and thought about explaining for Zhou Hao. At this moment, Zhou Hao's thoughts flew into the room, and he couldn't hear what Sun Yiwen said in his ear.

"I went back and talk to him."

Zhou Hao did not respond until the door screamed. He followed his heart and entered the room.

Jiang Yuzhen was crossing his legs, leaning his head on the bed cushion, playing with his mobile phone.

"Come here today?"

The tone of speech has converged a lot more than before, Jiang Yu thought, it must be the last thing about the disbanding of the group, so that this person was stunned.

Jiang Yuzhen put down his cell phone, and sharp light appeared in his eyes. "Who is that person?"

"It's none of your business."

Zhou Hao had reached the bedside at this time, Jiang Yudi saw the black shadow that suddenly covered from top to bottom, reached out and grabbed him, and then plucked clothes like a grab.

A familiar set of movements, even with eyes closed, can be fumbled to the correct position by hand.

At the last moment, he sent a kick and Zhou Ha panted and asked, "What the **** are you doing here?"

"Do you."

In the whole process, the strength and speed are more intense than usual. In addition to Zhou Hao feeling a little pleasure, the back is more of a kind of pain. He twisted his eyebrows and gritted his teeth as if he was being tortured, urging to hurry up quickly.

However, in this stormy storm, Jiang Yuzhen experienced different feelings in the past three years. He even forgot his purpose today.

Grinding to each other, Jiang Yuxi panted and asked Zhou Hao, what is his relationship with the boy just now? Where did they go again? Does that boy like him?

Zhou Hao didn't even have the strength to speak, hesitantly confused. Jiang Yuhuan asked to understand, tortured his body with his body.

"Last time, the bar, the door, you've seen it."

In this case, Jiang Yuzhen really remembered that this person seemed to kiss the boy, and the movement under him was not reduced, but he became more retaliatory.

...

After this night, the relationship between the two became chaotic. Jiang Yudi didn't rush to take a bath this time. He was holding Zhou Hao, who was resting on his shoulder and smoking a cigarette.

No one mentioned the last thing.

The two seemed to return to their former state, talking only about **** and not in love.

The smell in the air comes from their most private places. Zhou Hao exhaled smoke and took another breath, always smelling erotic-sexual taste.

Where is Jiang Yu? He was silent, holding a balance in his heart.

On one side is Cheng Zixu, who is a young girl, and on the other, Zhou Hao, who is in love with fish and water. Where should he lean on both sides, he hesitated again and again.

In the end, many details in high school jumped into his thinking, and by the way, they were also pressed on the left tray. Obviously, the weight of the green plum bamboo horse was heavier.

He is no longer tangled, in fact, the purpose of his coming today, these days he has carefully thought about it.

"Zhou Hao," Jiang Yuxi shouted in a deep voice.

Zhou Hao slowly spit out the smoke in his mouth, "Huh?"

"We," he said only two words before he paused. "Nothing ..."

Zhou Hao did not break the habit of asking questions in the end, especially between the two of them. He didn't even dare to ask: What counted last time? If you count, why are you going to me again today?

Don't dare to ask, can't ask. He was afraid to ask, and the man started talking again, and he should be sad again.

The words in Jiang Yuzhen's heart did not say, or he was difficult to talk about, he actually wanted to tell Zhou Hao today: I take back the last words, we can continue to maintain this sex-love relationship. But between you and me, only **** is left.

Where can I say these words? Can't say, can't say. It's too hurtful.

Because of his kind nature, he can't say these shameless words to a man who regards himself as a family member.

Since he couldn't say it, after all, he could only choose love between pure and clean love and fitting sex.

Because love is the ultimate purpose of human beings.