Love, Expired

Days are moving forward in an orderly manner. Every night, Zhou Hao will always receive information from Jiang Yuzheng. The content is very concise, most of them are just a few words, "I miss you", "Good night" and so on. At a glance, it does not reply.

It was early in the early spring morning, Thursday, a deep affectionate **** was revealed in the dark.

Zhou Hao and Qian Weicheng went to the art cafe opposite the hospital. They wanted to buy a cup of hot coffee and pushed in the door. Three pairs of eyes met. The smile on Zhou Hao's face faded gradually, Qian Weicheng was quite smart, and ran to the front desk to take an order, leaving enough space for the other two.

Jiang Yuzhen stood up slowly from his chair. His facial expression was not a surprise. He was a little nervous and hesitant. He was thinking how to speak.

"How are you here?" Zhou Hao asked first.

There is no technical content in this remark. It is too normal to meet one or two acquaintances in public places, but you should not judge Zhou Hao as a normal person. He now feels that Jiang Yuzhen is deliberately creating coincidence.

"Home is near here, come and sit." Jiang Yuzhen explained, his eyes were still staring at the lunatic.

"Brother Hao, I bought it, yours." Qian Weicheng passed over a cup of fragrant coffee.

Zhou Hao's eyes did not leave Jiang Yuquan for a moment. He tried to use his long-term inspection to let the man in front show. He took the coffee without thinking and took a sip.

The hot heat spread from his mouth into his throat and into the esophagus. Zhou Hao couldn't help it anymore, choked out, the movement was too large, his hands were shaken, and the coffee in the cup was spilled.

Jiang Yuchen quickly drew a few sheets of paper, leaned over to wipe him, and murmured in his mouth, "Why so careless?"

"Brother Hao, try the temperature anyway. This makes you tidy, how troublesome Mr. Jiang is." Qian Weicheng smiled unwillingly, "Mr. Jiang, I'm here, don't you do it."

"I'll do it myself." Zhou Hao pulled out a few sheets of paper from one side.

Jiang Yuzhen also stood up straight at this time, "No need to wipe it, it's all infiltrated and can't be wiped off."

Jiang Yuzhen glanced at Qian Weicheng and tasted the words "Mr. Jiang" in his heart. He used to call him a schoolboy. Within a few months, he had become so talented.

No need to guess, it must be that the lunatic has shown resistance to himself, and Qian Weicheng will change his mouth.

"When do you go to work?" Jiang Yuzhen asked.

"Eight o'clock." Qian Weicheng quickly returned to him.

Jiang Yuzhen raised his arm and looked at his watch. "Now at seven o'clock, go home and change your clothes. It's too late."

The "home" that Jiang Yuzhen refers to is, of course, the small apartment he bought near the hospital. He has always lived here, and of course he takes it as his home with the lunatic.

"No, I'm not as clean as before." Zhou Hao rejected Jiang Yuzheng's proposal and pulled Qian Weicheng out of the cafe.

The free and easy back gradually disappeared into the sight of Jiang Yuying. Over the years, the little lunatic has really changed a lot. I used to love to be clean and almost sick, but now I can tolerate stains on my clothes.

Time is a terrible thing.

"Brother Hao, how did you react so much today? Mr. Jiang did nothing." Qian Weicheng asked as he walked.

Zhou Hao said straightforwardly, "He has no habit of getting up early to drink coffee."

Qian Weicheng was so confused that he hadn't turned the corner yet. "Why ... not ... where and where is this?"

Zhou Hao didn't explain any more.

The two of them have already figured out each other's quirks for four years. Needless to say, even a small anomalous behavior can detect each other's tricks. Outsiders, where do you understand these?

At night, Jiang Yuxi appeared outside the dormitory door, carrying a paper bag of brand clothing in his hand.

"Brother Hao, Mr. Jiang is here for you." Qian Weicheng turned his head and shouted inside, then smiled very brightly, "Mr. Jiang, come in and come in fast."

Zhou Hao was doing laundry in the bathroom, then leaned out of it and glanced at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu, carrying the bag, strode into the bathroom with his long legs, and slammed the door behind him. Zhou Hao didn't respond, and still squatted beside the basin and rubbed his clothes.

"Why don't you need a washing machine?" Jiang Yu stood straight beside the basin.

Zhou Hao raised his head and glanced at him, "I always wash by hand."

Jiang Yuhuan didn't wear a suit today, but he was wearing a casual style. He stood his paper bag by the washbasin, rolled up his sleeves, and squatted down. "I'll wash it, you can try your new clothes."

Zhou Hao is still in a state of cymbals, Jiang Yuzhen has seized clothes from his hands, rubbing and washing.

Others listened, I'm afraid I really thought the two were a pair. My husband was doing laundry and my wife tried on clothes, but there was too much space between them. In the end, it was a torture of years.

Zhou Hao stood up, rinsed his hands covered with the foam of the laundry liquid with water, and looked at Jiang Yuyan who was buried in the laundry. He always felt strange and didn't say anything, and walked out holding the paper bag.

When I opened it, it was an army green jacket, which happened to be worn this season.

Zhou Hao just wanted to put on a try, and accidentally saw the label of the clothes, he put the clothes back again.

In the bathroom, Jiang Yudi was still squatting and washing clothes, and Zhou Hao stunned aside.

"I'm ready to wash. Have you tried your clothes?" Jiang Yuchan looked up and smiled at the little lunatic.

"Did I spend you a lot of money before?"

A sudden questioning, Jiang Yuzhen's movement stopped suddenly, he was not sure what the lunatic was thinking, he still smiled, "No money, who made me your gold master."

Zhou Hao turned and walked out, Jiang Yuxi panicked in his heart, and then began to float his clothes with water.

"Qian Weicheng, how much do you have?"

Qian Weicheng pouted the lollipop in his mouth and smashed it a few times. "There are more than 300 cash, and there is still a bit in Alipay."

"how many?"

"What are you doing? Let me see," Qian Weicheng opened the Alipay interface. "There are 23,000 left."

"You borrow me first, and I'll pay you back in a few months."

Qian Weicheng is unknown, so he is still a joke like that, "You don't say what you want to do, I don't borrow it, this is how I marry my wife."

"I owe Jiang Yu money."

"Well, okay, okay, don't forget to go back and help me ask Grandma Wang."

Qian Weicheng transferred all 23,000 to Zhou Hao Alipay, plus Zhou Hao's own 16,000, and nearly 40,000.

Zhou Hao appeared in the small bathroom again. The tile floor around the basin was wet and there were some unextinguished foam. Jiang Yuzhen stood by the pool and threw clothes.

"Jiang Yuyu."

Jiang Yu turned his head back. When he saw the somber face of the lunatic, he calmed down instantly, "What's the matter?"

"You gave me your Alipay account and I transferred the money to you."

Jiang Yuzhen shook the water in his hand, and also calmed his face, "What money?"

"Money owed you before."

"Just a little," he had already given himself a vaccination. How could he hear this, Jiang Yuzheng's heart was still being drilled.

"You didn't owe me money. You don't need to pay it back."

"To pay it back, you are not the head of the injustice."

"That is voluntary, and I am willing to give you flowers."

Zhou Hao twisted his temper and came up, "Whoever cares about you is not willing, and you are not mine, you owe money."

"I'm not yours?" Jiang Yuxi repeated coldly, "How much are you going to pay?"

"First pay you 40,000."

"Forty thousand?" Jiang Yudi pretended to be mockingly. "Do you really don't know or pretend?" Forty thousand yuan is not even a fraction. "

Zhou Hao's hands clenched into fists on both sides of his clothes. His cheap self-esteem was faintly aching, his tight face gradually loosened, and his fists were loosened. He dropped his eyes and could not say a word of argument.

Jiang Yuzheng was right, he wasn't there yet.

Sudden silence, no one spoke. Jiang Yuyi glanced at the little madman, turned his face silently, his heart was boring and painful, he really found himself a victim--

Knowing that I can't see the little madman sad, I have to say those hurtful things.

"Hao Hao." Jiang Yu was defeated, his voice softened.

Zhou Hao suddenly raised his eyes and said angrily, "Don't call me Hao Hao! Money, I will give you back!"

There was a rage in Jiang Yu's chest. He slammed the water basin to the corner, and the foamy water in it spilled. "Zhou Hao! You think you have self-esteem in this world !?"

Zhou Hao rushed out of the bathroom and threw all the airplane models stacked in the corner of the dormitory to the door. Pointing at the delicate models of falling dust, his chest was panting, "Take you these broken things!"

The injured in Jiang Yuzhen's eyes escaped, he stared at the little lunatic with sharp and sad eyes.

Here, Qian Weicheng looked at the two people who were blushing and red-faced, and said that they were taking gun-medicine or crickets, not even a moment of peace, and they exploded at the touch.

"What's the fight between you two at night?"

Jiang Yu shoved Zhou Hao blocked at the door and left the dormitory.

Qian Weicheng stunned the model with a floor scattered around the door, and asked Zhou Hao, "Brother Hao, do you want those things?"

Zhou Hao said nothing, and bent over to pick up the model one by one, still stacked in the previous corner.

Qian Weicheng sighed, "Brother Hao, why do you say that it is so hard for you? Throw it and pick it up again. You and your schoolboy both step back and don't always quarrel."

"Did I really hurt his self-esteem?" Zhou Hao asked Qian Weicheng wryly.

"I don't know. I just think you're both awkward, but your gadgets were sent by your schoolmate? Then he is really naive ..."

Zhou Hao didn't listen to Qian Weicheng's words anymore, he found the army green jacket from the paper bag, and made a gesture on his body.

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The photo with "Hao Hao and Jiu" written on the back turned into a crumpled piece of paper, which was thrown to the ground by the host. It used to be hidden by the owner baby in the innermost side of the drawer, and he had to take it out from time to time.

This is not what it used to be, and the situation today is much worse than before.

After finishing smoking, Jiang Yuzhen walked back to the bedroom, picked up the photos on the ground, and carefully smoothed it out, but he could never go back to the original appearance, and the wrinkles seemed to be arranged in disorderly lines with him and the young Photo of the lunatic.

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and the dazzling white light from the chandelier shone lightly in every corner of the bedroom. Jiang Yu's anger was gone and replaced by a kind of sorrow.

The sorrow that he couldn't get back to heaven, no matter how he saved it.

Tickling, half an hour later, the hour hand points to 22:30.

He was lying on the bed, leaning on his side, and dialed a phone number, "Beep—" There were a few beeps, and he hung up there;

He hit again, still hanging up there;

One after another, he called four times and never got through.

Helpless, he edited a message for the lunatic—

"Haohao, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten angry just now. Tomorrow is Friday. I'll take you out tonight for a delicious meal, okay? After dinner, let's go to a movie again."

Of course, he did not receive a response.

That night, the man slept sluggishly, and he could wake up when he entered or exited the vehicle in the community, or the sound of the small water ticking in the bathroom.

I always look at my phone subconsciously after waking up, but there is still no response there.