Love, Expired

In the evening, Zhou Hao had a meeting with Yan Ming. Yan Ming is his high school classmate and his only friend. The two of them entered the emperor's capital from the county seat together, and they were considered good friends.

After three rounds of drinking, the bitter water in the belly was enough, Zhou Hao was obviously drunk, and his face was full of wine dizziness. "Boss, plus five strings of roasted waistband, you need blood."

Yan Ming: "You are really serious."

Zhou Hao: "What do you know, impotence."

Yan Ming has a well-dressed scholar, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and he is a cultural person. He did not intend to entangle more with his friends on this issue, and began to comfort Zhou Hao instead.

"Just let Jiang Yuzhang go, he's not thinking about you anymore, why are you looking for sin?"

"What about you? Why don't you let go?" Zhou Hao asked rhetorically.

Yan Ming stopped talking. In fact, in a sense, the two were very similar, and both had a so-called paranoid disease.

Zhou Hao knew that when Yan Ming liked the history teacher, the two just ended their senior year.

During that time, he and Jiang Yudi were still in the cold war and were in a bad mood. He invited Yan Ming to go to a nearby city for a graduation trip. But he refused. He said that he wanted to help the teacher sort out the information. Zhou Hao only foolishly learned this nerd, and never forced it.

Later, one day, Yan Ming told him that he would never write poetry again.

Zhou Hao was a little puzzled, and echoed, "It's better not to write poetry, you young literary men are too terrible."

The man replied, "He said that after Auschwitz wrote poetry, it was brutal."

"..." But Zhou Hao still choked on the old slobber and asked more, "Who is he?"

"Mr. Jiang."

The later story is a whole year of crush. Zhou Hao didn't like the grind-up romance, he told Yan Ming countless times, you tell him, what's the matter of being hidden. Yan Ming disagreed. He said that Platonic love only requires spiritual communication. He was standing in front of me and I was very happy.

Finally, one day, Zhou Hao met the legendary history teacher. The man was Jiang Weiyang. He was in his thirties. His hair was soft, smooth and very convincing. , Looks very elegant and handsome, can be regarded as the Fengyun teacher of the history department. Girls like to ask questions around him, Yan Ming also likes it.

To be honest, I can't hide my eyes when I like someone. Zhou Hao thought that maybe the teacher knew Yan Ming's love. However, the teacher Jiang was divorced and probably likes women.

This is really not something that can be glamorous.

Zhou Hao picked up the beer bottle directly, and grunted it was a whole bottle, and then "bang-" put down the bottle, "I saw him and the young lady gun yesterday."

"What are they doing?"

"Nothing, just send the mother gun home."

Yan Ming raised his glass and took a sip. "Zhou Hao, are you tired?"

"Not tired," Zhou Hao opened another bottle and poured most of it. "It's a big deal to torture each other, and no one should let anyone out."

Yan Ming couldn't understand the brain circuit of his friend. However, Zhou Hao first saw Jiang Yuzheng, which was an incomprehensible thing.

Love, love must be called a wishful thinking. People have no meaning at all. He took a look at it and had to insert it.

So for so many years, Jiang Yudi was not good for Zhou Hao, Yan Ming didn't think how bad that person was.

"Is there a diuretic in it? How old do you want to pee!" Zhou Hao has already filled four bottles, stood up and chopped a string of lamb, and said, "I'm going to pee."

The bbq shop was noisy and there were all kinds of people. They were whispering porridge, the younger brother of the mixed society of Zuo Qinglong and Bai Hu, the brother of Dai Jinlian, and some Sven students like them.

Zhou Hao finished putting water, stood in front of the bathroom mirror, and fiddled with a few bangs on his forehead. With nose and eyes, with sharp edges and corners, I can't figure out where he is worse than that young lady.

With three-point drunkenness, he called Jiang Yudi.

"Hey, is it Jiang Yuhuan?" Fainted, speaking completely without a brain.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent.

"Jiang Yuyu, I miss you ..."

There was finally movement on that end, an indifferent tone that seemed to laugh at, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Hao came up with great energy, and said something a bit childish. At this moment, he was usually stabbed with a bit of grievance, "I didn't do tricks, I miss you ..."

Jiang Yuxi knew that the person was drinking and hung up the phone. "Dudu Du—" Zhou Hao was not very sober, and continued to stand in front of the mirror and repeated, "I miss you ..."

"Brother, can you let it go." A young tattooed brother impatiently rushed at Zhou Hao, suspecting that he was blocking the bathroom door.

Zhou Hao quickly walked away from the mirror and stumbled to the seat.

"Why did it take so long?" Yan Ming asked.

Zhou Hao seemed to be evil, and his cheeks were red and smirked for a while, "I think Jiang Yu is stunned ..."

"Well," Yan Ming sighed, and shoved the grilled meat skewers on the plate in front of the man. "Hurry up."

Zhou Hao didn't drink the beer on the table anymore. He drank a bit of cool white, and the two ate the remaining skewers. It's too early to think, and Jiu Jiner has passed. Zhou Hao yanked Yan Ming to the nearby mall.

It's an incredible thing for the two grandfathers to go shopping together. It's better to go home and sleep in bed, but the card in the wallet should be spent.

The air conditioner in the shopping mall was turned on enough, and the moment I went in, I felt like I was in heaven. He really had nothing to buy, so he bought two clothes for Yan Ming and spent nearly 10,000 yuan. Don't blink your eyes when paying.

"This is Jiang Yu's money?" Yan Ming didn't have to think deeply.

"Ok."

"Take this out. I don't need it. It's too expensive."

"Why not? His card, not for nothing."

Jiang Yudi was a wealthy master. When he was a freshman, his father gave him the subsidiaries of the group to take care of him, and he was the legal person of the subsidiary. In his junior year, Jiang Yuzhen had his own vision and acquired a computer studio. Later, this studio developed a game software and went on the market, making a lot of money.

Jiang Yuzheng is not short of money, and he is willing to spend money. In these years, at least in terms of food and clothing, Zhou Hao has taken a lot of his advantage. In addition to the daily expenses, Hao is unhappy every week, and will save money with the card he gave. It doesn't matter what you buy, it's expensive anyway.

"Thank you, Master Jiang Dajin." As usual, Zhou Hao sent a message to the injustice.

At this point, the morning qi was only slightly relieved.

At home, Jiang Yuzheng first received a text message from the bank, and then received the message from that person. After thinking about it, Zhou Hao's villain holding things was like a jealous man, Jiang Yuzhen rubbed his temples, and put his cellphone aside.

"Uh-"

"Come in."

Jiang Mu brought a glass of milk and came in, resting on the bedside table. "Drink the milk and go to bed early."

The mother of Jiang, who is nearly 50 years old, only looks at more than thirty. Although there are some fine lines in the corners of her eyes, it can be seen that when she was young, she must have been a beautiful woman with a gentle temperament. His mother usually speaks softly and kindly.

Influenced by his mother, Jiang Yuzheng was well-mannered, polite, and angry, and would not say too rude things.

When he was with Zhou Hao, he had spoken all the swear words in his life.

"I saw your aunt Zhang today."

Mother Jiang sat on the bedside and whispered to her son, "Remember her? Her son Xu Xu was at the same table with you before."

Jiang Yuzhen collapsed softly, he didn't talk much, but now he wanted to talk to his mother a few more words, "Remember."

"It's also a coincidence. I packed up your previous things that day and turned to a few photos of you with that child. Xu Xu looked like a little girl."

He knew that those photos were from high school, and the class organized a trip to Linshi. He and Cheng Zixu took a few photos at the beach. Once he was sullen and gave those photos to his aunt at home and let her throw them away. When the breath subsided, I went back and asked the aunt for those photos. The aunt just said that she had lost it. Unexpectedly, these photos were still at home.

"Mom, where? I want to see."

"I'll give it to you tomorrow. It's not early. Hurry up."

"I want to see it now."

"Oh, how old are you, and you are so spoiled with your mother." The son is rare to be spoiled with her.

With his back against the sea, he stretched his arms around Cheng Zixu, and both of them laughed and fluttered.

Jiang Yuzhen reached out and touched those photos, put his thumb on Cheng Zixu's smiling face, and rubbed it gently ...

Finally, from those few photos, I picked Zhang Xiao and put it in my wallet.