Love, Expired

The days flowed through the daily Chai rice oil and salt. Quick frozen food still eats a lot, but the conditions have improved slightly, and the two will go outside and chic.

Sun Yiwen's cakes are getting better and better, a bite, full of oil, taste enough!

It's almost New Year's Day, and both of them have holidays. Zhou Hao is going to take Sun Yiwen back to his hometown to see his grandparents, and leave next Monday. Together, they saved a little money and bought some good things for the two old people from the big city.

The old couple have been busy all their lives and never thought of any blessings. The only son is also gray-haired and black-haired. As soon as Zhou Hao thought of his grandma's chaotic eyes, he even trembled with his voice. "Hao Hao, come back at the end of the year, grandma is waiting." His heart was pantoic and uncomfortable.

He hadn't smoked for a long time, and ordered one from the small balcony on the south side, took a few sips, and found it boring. Facing the winter wind, his face was sorely shaved, and even his eyes burst into tears.

"Lao Zhou, come and see what else to bring?" Sun Yiwen shouted towards the balcony.

Zhou Hao extinguished the smoke and walked back to the living room.

On the floor, there were two open black suitcases full of clothes. Zhou Hao approached, only to find that there were only a few of them. In fact, there were only a few thick cotton jackets, which accounted for almost a third.

Sun Yiwen saw the redness and wetness in Zhou Hao's eyes, and silently, he retracted the words he just wanted to pinch.

The two were standing in the small living room of Shilaiping. The old clock on the wall was ticking. The two little boys meowed from time to time. Everything was so comfortable and so warm. Zhou Hao's heart gradually grew. Recovered from the countryside of his hometown.

Zhou Hao suddenly hugged Sun Yiwen, and put his tired empty head on the shoulder of the little man. "Wenwen, I missed my grandma just now."

It was Wenwen, not Xiao Sun, nor Sun Yiwen.

Such sour words are really not like what was said from Zhou Hao's mouth. Sun Yiwen remained motionless and let him lean on to prop up a mountain range for him.

Wenwen understands him.

It took a long time for Zhou Hao to be relieved from sorrow, and brisk words popped out of his mouth, "Sun Yiwen, do you think we are going to honeymoon and bring so many things?"

Emotions change quickly before and after, leaving no room for people to react, but fortunately, Wenwen picked up smartly.

"Then you should have a honeymoon. Rogue!"

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Jiang Yuzhang moved again, from the vicinity of a big to the road and district away from a big. This time Cheng Zixu didn't call the moving company to remove his pile of furniture that he was used to.

Jiang Yuzhen never went to the affiliated hospital to peep at the lunatic, he was forcing himself to forget the four years he had.

But for some things, you have to force yourself to abandon it. Instead, it has taken root and sprouted in your head, cut it down, and he will take root and sprout again in the spring of next year.

Looping back and forth, I have never dreamed of being cut off in my life.

Occasionally, he would secretly hide in the apartment on Binjiang No. 1 for a whole day, and he lived here as a home.

The floor will be mopped every other day, and the quilt on the bed will always be moved out for the sun.

It's like a cozy home with a lively atmosphere everywhere.

Today is Tian Bin's birthday. He drove to their old places where they often gather.

As soon as he entered, he felt uncomfortable. During this time, he was almost indifferent. He went to work regularly and raised flowers and mops after work. These indulgent days were too far away from him.

"Yu Han!" Jia Lin beckoned at him.

Jiang Yuzhen walked over and saw Zheng Shichu and Jia Lin only, "Where is Tian Bin?"

Jia Linnunu mouth, chin to the platform, "Where is it!"

Jiang Yuxuan looked at it, and saw Tian Bin roaring with Mike, as if a resident singer. The effect is good, attracting the attention of many beautiful women.

"True love is here!" Zheng Shichu snorted.

In the last fight, Zheng Shichu took a piece of meat off his face, and for more than ten days, there was still color on it.

Jiang Yu punched him: "What's your face?"

Zheng Shichu tilted his eyes and squinted, but he didn't answer. Obviously, he transferred Jiang Yu's resentment against Zhou Hao. Who made the relationship between them?

Jia Lin said with a smile, "It was Zhou Hao."

Jiang Yuzhen became interested and asked casually, "Fight?"

Jia Linyi glanced at Zheng Shichu, using his mobile phone to search out the local hot search video, "Oh, you see, it's quite fierce."

At the beginning, the two were quite equal. Gradually, Zheng Shichu apparently couldn't help it ...

I didn't see it, the little lunatic was quite capable of playing.

"I'll meet that stupid again next time! I have to peel his skin! Fuck!" Zheng Shichu still hated his teeth.

Jiang Yu glanced at Zheng Shichu, "If you don't provoke him, he can hit you?"

"What do you mean!" Zheng Shichu shot at the table.

...

Seeing that the two were about to work, Jia Lin quickly rushed to the round, Zheng Shichu suppressed the anger, and sat back again. When it came, I still didn't forget a sentence in my mouth, "All points are divided, and they are still a treasure!"

Jiang Yuzheng sat aside and didn't talk anymore. Although his eyes were looking forward, he couldn't focus.

Jia Lin saw everything in his eyes, except that he was sighed by human beings, and he was a bystander and could not comfort him.

After the four had dispersed, it was almost early in the morning, and Jiang Yuzhen drove to Minlin District. The car stopped downstairs in the old apartment and looked up at the third floor.

He shouldn't have come, and continued self-restraint for so long, because tonight, he suffered a shortfall.

The room was dark. Maybe the two were asleep and hugged each other? Or do they sleep as they did before, with a gap in the middle? It's cold, will the little man be in the arms of the lunatic and squeeze the warmth?

Don't think about it, think about it, and you will panic. Don't let yourself be happy.

...

In the morning, Jiang Yuxi was awakened by a knock. He fell asleep on the steering wheel last night. He looked sideways to the window, and stood outside, smiling at him.

Jiang Yuzhen blinked and tried to wake himself up, but the people outside the window were still talking, and his lips were talking together. Say what? Inaudible through the glass.

Not a dream.

Jiang Yudi quickly shook the window, and Zhou Hao's voice penetrated into his ear. "How are you here? I just want to find something with you."

If you carelessly, there is a soy milk churros on the winter morning.

His little madman finally made a specific one. It belongs to all beings in the morning market life, a simple day to go through every day.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yuzhen pretended to be cold.

There was only a small slit in the glass window, and Zhou Hao conveyed his words into the car wordlessly through this slit. "I have something on Binjiang One."

"what?"

"Are you free right now?" The answer was inexplicable.

"No time." Rejected quickly, Jiang Yuzhen kept staring at the little madman's eyes, and he continued, "You go to Binjiang No. 1 by yourself at night, I'm at home."

Then the car was gone.

It was some photos from his college days, which were washed out before. Now when I change my phone, those photos are gone and they are out of print. He wanted to take it back to his grandparents and see how great their grandchildren were.

The photo should be in a small iron box. I was in a hurry and forgot to take it.

Zhou Hao stared blankly at the car leaving Yang Chang. Just now, his thought of getting back those photos was still very strong, but at this moment, he suddenly didn't want it.

forget it.

He could see that Jiang Yuzhen had a desire for him in his eyes, and they should not be confused anymore.

In the evening, Jiang Yuzhen didn't wait for Zhou Hao. He became stubborn by himself and turned over the drawers and cabinets at home, trying to find out what Zhou Hao was going to take.

In addition to the man's previous book, there are some daily necessities and clothes, and only the photos in the iron box are left.

Jiang Yuxi sat down and flipped through the photos carefully.

In the dozens of photos, each of them accounted for half. Except for the little lunatic himself, the rest were almost secretly taken while he was sleeping. It's not very clear, but you can see the general look.

The only photo was dim, he was sleeping with his back to the lunatic, and the lunatic was smirking. On the back of the photo is a stroke of five pen characters, neat and neat--

"Hao Hao and He Yan."

This night is doomed to be another sleepless night.

The next day, Jiang Yudi's car was still parked downstairs from Zhou Hao's house. The tall and short one laughed past him before, not paying attention to him. Jiang Yuhuan pressed the horn a few times before Sun Yiwen turned his head and looked curiously. Then he dragged Zhou Hao's clothes.

Zhou Hao also turned his head, reluctantly, the two eyes met.

In fact, he either didn't see the car or pretended not to see it. He is going to buy something for grandparents with Sun Yiwen today, and he will go back the day after tomorrow.

Zhou Hao walked over and Jiang Yuxi shook the window.

"What is it?" Zhou Hao asked.

Jiang Yuzhen picked up the iron box from the co-pilot's seat and handed it to Zhou Hao, his eyes were as cold as ice, "Your things."

Soon, the car whistled away from Zhou Hao's ears, mixed with the cold winter wind. Whimpered.

After buying things to go home, Zhou Hao packed the small iron box into the trunk, hesitated for a while, opened it and looked at it, almost all the photos were there, except for the only group photo.

He picked out Jiang Yuzhen's photos and threw them in the trash can, and put them in a proper place.

This is to be brought back to the old couple to see.