Love, Expired

The days flowed slowly, and unknowingly, it was already late December.

Nostalgic singing of the last century sounded, the cafe opened for business, and the man was still sitting by the window, gazing at the street view outside the glass window.

When he raised his wrist and looked at the time, the shop assistants knew that the silent handsome man was leaving, so they began to look forward to tomorrow again—to see the taciturn gentleman again tomorrow.

Two great things happened in December-

Yan Ming fulfilled the wishes of his school days. He was with Teacher Jiang, and Zhou Hao was happy for him;

A few days ago, passing by a sports lottery center, Zhou Hao bought a lottery ticket for two yuan and won 3,000 yuan on the day of the draw.

He took this unexpected money and went to the subway station in Minlin District. He was eager to see the young man who played and sang back then. If the person is still there, he will disperse the money and ask him to play another "Goodbye Nijome".

Zhou Hao squeezed into the flow of people, swiped across the strange face, and after searching for a long time, he could not find a young man with a guitar on his back. In fact, he no longer remembered how the man looked, but his intuition told him that the man had left here.

It should be that no one will always be on the spot. The society is developing too fast. If you don't pay attention, you will be crushed by today's modern rhythm.

Zhou Hao felt a little frustrated, but at the same time, he once again silently blessed the young man in his heart: I hope you have a bright future.

When returning, Zhou Hao met an old grandma under the overpass, and set up a stall in the cold wind, selling socks and gloves. Next to her was a ragged, middle-aged husband and wife who begged passersby.

The sharp contrast attracted Zhou Hao.

"How do these socks sell?" Zhou Hao stopped by the granny's stall.

"Ten pairs for ten dollars." The grandma put up four fingers.

Zhou Hao squatted down, chose fifty pairs of socks for himself, and picked twenty pairs of woolen gloves, and divided them into two bags before loading them.

"how much is the total?"

The grandmother didn't understand, she kept reading the numbers, adding, subtracting, and finally told Zhou Hao that it was 520 yuan in total.

"Grandma, you're wrong." Zhou Hao gave the old man 3,000 yuan and left without looking back.

"Young man, so much, so much money ..." The old shout behind him didn't stop Zhou Hao at all.

Zhou Hao returned to the dormitory with two bags of things, Qian Weicheng held an apple in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Brother Hao, what did you buy?"

Zhou Hao put things on the table, "I bought you socks and gloves specially."

"I'll take it," Qian Weicheng pretended to be surprised. "Are you doing a side job? Come on, hurry up, and we'll also set up a stall by the roadside. I'll sip it, and you'll sell it."

Zhou Hao gave him a white look, "Don't drink? Do you think the city management can't control you?"

Qian Weicheng stopped talking and sighed. The sigh was so heavy that he wanted to wait for Zhou Hao to ask him, did you shout?

Finally, Zhou Hao couldn't listen anymore and asked angrily, "Why!"

"Brother Hao, do you know how much our bonus this month? Only three thousand five five ... who said who to believe it? Anyway, I am also a doctor in a top three hospital, this bonus is less than one month." Qian Weicheng indignantly Say.

"Satisfied, we just got into the hospital, we didn't have any bonus, we just got a basic salary."

"Well, I wasn't so unbalanced at first, but do you know what the bonus for an ordinary junior doctor in this hospital we are studying in?"

"How much?" Zhou Hao asked.

"This number." Qian Weicheng gestured a few times with his hand. "Ten thousand."

Zhou Hao didn't respond very much. He was going to take the clothes that he changed last night to the bathroom for washing. "Don't compare with people, compare people with others, get mad. Isn't that what you said, you have to be light."

"Forget it, don't mention it."

There is heating in the room, and you won't feel cold when washing your clothes with cold water. Zhou Hao threw the thick cotton paddles outside into the washing machine, and he planned to do the rest by hand.

Scrubbing-rubbing the cashmere sweater in his hand, the water in the basin gradually became dirty, Zhou Hao's rolled up sleeves slipped down. He stood up and washed his hands, and he happened to see himself in the mirror with no desire.

Is he really wantless? Does Qian Weicheng's complaint really care?

Zhou Hao left the bathroom and went out of the trolley to pull out the gray sweater that Sun gave him many years ago. There was still a dark blue one, but the end of the thread was torn.

The sweater is still new and apparently not worn a few times. The reluctance of the master made it still glorious today.

When Zhou Hao realized his poverty and incompetence, the sweater was pressed into the box by him, and he has never worn it again.

Many years ago, he still had the illusion: if he made enough money, would Wenwen return? Now, he has a lot of reality and will not have these unrealistic thoughts.

In the difficult life, he has changed countless times, from the lack of love to Hao Hao, and now he has passed and passed. Maybe in the future, he will become another look.

However, he was not curious at all.

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A while ago, Jiang Yuxuan's father got appendicitis and had a minor operation. He has been resting at home these days. Naturally, Jiang Yudi also returned home.

"Hmm--" There was a knock outside the door.

"Please come in." Jiang Yuzhen put down his book and looked up.

"Yu Fei," Jiangmu came over in the soft light, and put the hot milk on the bedside table. "Don't look too late, go to bed early."

Jiang Yubi nodded.

"Mom may bother you tomorrow."

Jiang Yuzhen asked, "What's the matter?"

"The day before yesterday, I photographed a bronze imitation made during the Song Dynasty at an auction. You can take it to your uncle tomorrow. He doesn't like this. By the way, ask if he has a girlfriend who hasn't been dating recently Your grandpa is pressing. "

"Got it."

"Go to bed early, my mother is going to bed too, good night."

"Ok."

Jiang's mother's face was slightly regrettable. Perhaps she didn't hear what she wanted to hear. The son's excessive rustiness made her feel astringent.

Jiang Yuzhen looked at his mother's elegant but aging back. For a moment, he thought of another woman he had never seen before—the mother of a lunatic.

From the intermittent posts of the little lunatic, he knew that the unfamiliar woman would never give the little lunatic so much milk and said good night.

Jiang Yuzhen's eyes were slightly chuckled, and he stopped his mother. Jiang Mu turned back blankly.

"Mom, you go to bed earlier."

Jiang Mu's eyes blinked, tears faintly shed, and the gap between her and her son for many years seemed to suddenly break away at this moment.

This night, everyone had an unusual wave in their hearts. Jiang Yuzheng's attention could no longer be focused on the book. He touched his cell phone and found the "Hao Hao" phone. Hesitated again and again, and dialed it.

The phone rang for a long time before answering at the other end.

"It's me," Jiang Yu said dumbly, "are you asleep?"

For a few seconds, Zhou Hao answered, "Not yet."

Obviously, this sentence encouraged Jiang Yuquan. He cautiously asked, "Haohao, what are you doing?"

I thought it would be an interrogative question, but Zhou Hao replied, "I just washed my clothes."

Suddenly, Jiang Yuxi didn't know how to continue his words. He was poor and timid.

Zhou Hao also paused at the other end, and seemed to have nothing to say.

"Hao Hao, go to bed early, I'm hung up."

"Don't hang on, Jiang Yuzhen, I feel uncomfortable." Zhou Hao seemed to have finally found a person to talk to.

"I went to Minlin Station this afternoon and wanted to find a man who used to play and show there. I really like the song he played. I took 3,000 yuan to ask him to play another song for me, but I didn't find it. He Already gone, I don't know where he went. "

Jiang Yu was listening quietly, he comforted, "Maybe he just changed places, and there, he will also meet people like you who love his songs."

"It is also possible that he no longer sings. He feels that he cannot earn money and wastes his youth. He may now move bricks on the construction site or wash dishes in the hotel's back kitchen."

Jiang Yuxuan's heart was painful and painful, and every time he took a breath, he felt that there was a thread touching his pain nerve.

He couldn't bear to imagine such a pessimistic little lunatic, holding a mobile phone alone, maybe his eyes were red.

"Haohao, you can't think so. Even if he is doing the lowest level of work right now, as he said, but he goes back every night, maybe he will play the guitar for a while. You see, he has a job to solve With enough food and clothing, and still occasionally touching his dream, why do you still feel sorry for him? You are looking for him today with 3,000 yuan. You seem to want him to sing for you, but in his heart , This is a disguise in disguise, you are hurting his self-esteem. "

Zhou Hao was dumb, he was indeed too one-sided and negative. Jiang Yuxuan's words slowly spread his tangled heart. He said from his heart, "Jiang Yuxuan, I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance."

Jiang Yu opened his mouth and smiled. "You too."

"I'm going to hang up."

"Don't ..." Jiang Yuzhen stopped and said, but it was difficult to speak. It took a long time for him to say a deep love from the back of his throat. "Hao Hao, I miss you so much."

The call was still hanging up, and the lunatic did not respond to his miss.

On cold nights, I don't know who was lonely and who was soothing.

Divide what you are doing, lie to yourself, and let it go. Let the day go.

Jiang Yudi understood that the lunatic had experienced a turbulence today, and he was anxious to find the person who had vented his case. If he didn't make the call himself, he might talk to his colleague, or he would talk to Yan Ming.

I don't know, he just caught up.

On this late night in December, Jiang Yuzhen fell into insomnia. When he closed his eyes, he couldn't help thinking of the past.

When he used to scold the little lunatic for "nausea" and "unconscious shame", how could such a sensitive and pessimistic man hold back his pain and continue living with him ...

He used to be nothing!

The next day, Jiang Yuzheng drove an antique car to his uncle's house, Zijinming County.

When he got to the place, Jiang Yuxi held the bronze ware he had taken, freed his hand and pressed the doorbell. After three beeps, the door opened.

Jiang Yuxi immediately stopped because the person who opened the door was strict. Obviously, Yan Ming was totally unprepared. Teacher Jiang told him yesterday that his nephew would come tomorrow. How could he guess that this nephew was Jiang Yudi?

Jiang Yuzhen didn't ask much. He handed the bronze in his hand to Yan Ming. "This is for my uncle." He turned and changed his shoes.

Yan Ming also looked back from his state of disappointment. He temporarily put his contents on the coffee table in the living room.

At this time, Jiang Weiyang walked down and said with a smile, "Yu is here."

"Um." Jiang Yuzheng also smiled at him. "My mom went to the auction a few days ago and bought an antique, so I brought it to you."

Jiang Weiyang's eyes immediately fell on that bronze. This is a replica of the Shang Dynasty ear pot, because it is imitation, without the bottom, and the decoration is very simple. After more than a hundred years, it has severe rust.

"Yu, how much did your mother spend?" Jiang Weiyang asked.

"She didn't tell me."

Jiang Yuzheng again took a closer look. He is a fan of ancient cultural relics. He usually likes to play with porcelain, bronzes, calligraphy and painting.

Yan Ming stunned aside, Jiang Yuzhen glanced at him slightly, and seemed to guess something.

Jiang Weiyang watched enough, so I remembered to introduce them to each other. At the same time, he touched his strict hair unabashedly. "I forgot to introduce it to you. This is my nephew. His name is Jiang Yuhuan and he graduated from University A."

Yan Ming wasn't used to this in front of outsiders, and looked very shy. "I know him."

"Do you know each other?" Jiang Weiyang was surprised.

Jiang Yubi said, "Well."

"That's really destined."

Jiang Yuyi stayed here for lunch. After the meal, Yan Ming just wanted to clean up the table and wash the dishes. Jiang Weiyang stopped him.

"You're not old, what elders are you pretending to be." Yan Ming muttered.

Jiang Weiyang laughed, even the fine lines in the corners of her eyes were **** and gentle.

As a result, Yan Ming and Jiang Yuzhen remained in the living room, and neither of them had much to say.

"You and my uncle ..." Jiang Yuzhen first started the conversation. "Are they together?"

Yan Ming was a little embarrassed, but just whispered, "Well."

Jiang Yuxi said lightly, "Congratulations."

Yan Ming felt more uncomfortable, and he stood up, "I'll go to the kitchen to see."

"Wait a moment." Jiang Yuxi called him, Yan Ming had to sit back again.

"The day after tomorrow is Christmas. You invited Zhou Hao to play here. The four of us can spend a holiday together."

Yan Ming froze and nodded in agreement.