Love, Expired

three years ago.

The "A" in September is the beginning of the school season. The students are returning to school one after another, and the new students are reporting with big bags. In the hot season, a little movement, it is sweating. Zhou Hao returned from the basketball court, and his face, neck, and the piece of clothing that was close to his body were sweat stains.

Downstairs in the dormitory, Yan Ming was still sitting on a small bench, surrounded by a circle of red and green daily necessities, kettles, plastic basins, small tables and so on ...

"How much did you make today?"

Yan Ming put up three fingers, "three hundred."

Zhou Hao sweated and turned his basketball. "I'll go back to the dormitory and take a shower. I'll come down and change you right away."

About half an hour later, Zhou Hao came down refreshingly, with a white t-shirt, big pants, and an old guitar that he asked his roommate to sell. The two stood and said a few words, and Yan Ming went back.

It was almost six o'clock, the sun moved west, and the sun in the day became softer, and in the distance there was a warm red glow. As the evening approached, a bit of wind was blowing, and it was especially pleasant to blow on.

Zhou Hao was sitting on the small bench, clapping at his classmates.

In fact, he looks handsome, but it is not the kind of Korean-style flower boy that is popular nowadays. He belongs to the category of thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks very square.

At this moment, Zhou Hao fiddled with the posture of the guitar at will. It was cool, and her face was like an unborn child's closeness. She fascinated the little girls. In order to be able to put on a few words with him, a few girls specifically squatted down and asked about the price of those things. Within half an hour, those bottles were sold out.

I counted about it, and made a hundred dollars for this little effort. When Yan Ming comes back, they can pack up and go back. Today's work is done.

There were some washbasins and hangers left unsold at the booth, and Zhou Hao put all the sparsely placed things neatly in one place. The acoustic guitar rested casually on a stool aside.

Suddenly, with a "click", the guitar fell, and the head was broken, and the strings were loosely scattered.

Zhou Hao leaned over slightly, picked up the "Broken Head" guitar, and could not help but feel upset.

"I'm sorry." Qing Yan's voice came from top to bottom.

Zhou Hao looked up--

The soft and obedient bangs gently rested on the forehead. The eyes were very beautiful, with a slight alienation, the bridge of the nose was very tall, and the corners of the lips were slightly raised. Plaid shirt with blue jeans underneath and sneakers under feet.

The whole person was facing the light, fresh and unspeakable. The wet and messy south was completely different from what he remembered.

"How much? I'll pay you."

The boy was extremely uncomfortable with Zhou Hao's unreasonable examination. He just wanted to quickly solve this problem with money.

"What's your name?" Zhou Hao asked.

"how much is it?"

"You sue me by name, you don't have to pay for this guitar."

The boy ignored Zhou Hao and took 2,000 yuan directly from his purse pocket.

Zhou Hao reached out to receive the money and wanted to continue to ask him a few more words, and the boy turned and left. After counting the money in his hands, Zhou Hao deducted 1,500, leaving the remaining five hundred to his roommate, which was used as money for selling the guitar.

You will always see you again. Before long, Zhou Hao knew the name of the man—Jiang Yuyu, a freshman in economics. In fact, he didn't deliberately inquire about it, but the school forum was overwhelmingly full of the news of the person, and there were many snapped photos attached.

Later, until Jiang Yusong graduated from the university, he was always the character of the school. No matter where you go, as long as you mention the name of "Jiang Yuyu", someone will quickly answer, "I know, I know, it is the top student in the economic department, or the school grass."

Except for the occasional small friction between the two, Zhou Haoguang knew the name of the man and had never encountered it again a month later. They are a clinical school, a business school, and they are not at the same level. It is really difficult to have a chance to meet.

Later, a basketball game was held in the school gymnasium, and each department and pk between each other, Zhou Hao met Jiang Yuzhen for the second time. The man was wearing white jersey shorts and the number "7" on his clothes. In the middle of that game, Zhou Hao had a hard time remembering it, only to know that the business school won in the end.

After the game, Zhou Hao stopped Jiang Yuzhang by playing guitar.

"The guitar thing last time, we haven't figured it out yet."

With a towel around his neck, Jiang Yuzhen wiped the sweat from his forehead. The two were very close, but Zhou Hao didn't even smell a little sweaty smell. The guy was really unexpectedly clean.

"How much is it?"

Fools can see that the guitar is not worth much money. Jiang Yuxi knew that this man was deliberately saving money, but he didn't break it because he was too lazy to talk.

Zhou Hao inexplicably asked, "How do you always wear white clothes?" The first time I saw him was a white t-shirt, and this time it was a white jersey.

Jiang Yuzheng was obviously impatient. "It's none of your business."

"Come on, you can invite me for a meal, just let us bother about the guitar."

How old was Jiang Yudi? When he was just college, he was 18 years old. He must have never expected that Zhou Hao would penetrate into his life in the next three years. Otherwise, they would not be able to eat that meal.

I did n’t eat too much luxury, I simply ate at a nearby pizzeria, but since then, Zhou Hao's intersection with this person has been increasing.

Most of them are deliberate, for example, they suddenly appear in Jiang Yuzhen's classroom, and they always appear at his door for no reason. Jiang Yu couldn't live in the school. He returned from the school every night at eight o'clock.

On the first few occasions, Jiang Yuzhen just turned a blind eye, but later he didn't hold back. He asked the man angrily, what kind of fame was he doing?

Zhou Hao laughed, "What can I do? I want to talk to you."

"Neuropathy!"

Later, the development of things became even more exaggerated. Zhou Hao didn't know where to get the phone from that person, and always sent him some yellow paragraphs, or else he sent nasty harassing text messages. Jiang Yuzheng changed several mobile phone numbers in a row, but these harassments are still inevitable.

The turnaround of the event was three months later, when Jiang Yudi drank alcohol and got off the taxi. It was already 11 o'clock in the evening, which means that Zhou Hao waited for several hours in the cold wind without thinking.

Everyone has a dark side, not to mention that Zhou Hao lived in the dark like this. Taking advantage of Jiang Yu's drunkenness, he took him to a nearby express hotel. Entering the door, Zhou Hao groped up and down, and ignited a fire. Jiang Yu was so drunk that he turned dizzy and couldn't see who he was.

The two rolled onto the white sheets unconsciously, both for the first time, and their movements were relatively jerky. Zhou Hao was so nervous that his **** hands were shaking, and Jiang Yuzhen grabbed his face and began a strong kiss. Zhou Hao still remembers the smell of tongue and tongue. That was the first good thing that he would never forget in his life.

Kissing at the emotional place, the man shouted, "Xu Xu ..."

Zhou Hao suddenly pushed him away, and the two slept naked all night, but nothing substantive happened.

For a long time, Zhou Hao was in a state of hesitation, until a gv video he accidentally found. He went to Jiang Yuquan with the edited video.

"Zhou Hao, do you want to be shameless!"

Zhou Hao shrugged, his face indifferent, "How much is your face worth? You don't have to promise, I will post it to the school intranet tomorrow."

Then the two of them were together. President Jiang Yuzheng said that he was entangled by himself because he had done evil in the last life. But Zhou Hao always felt that the man who made evil in his last life was himself, otherwise why didn't his mother love it? Still loved by this lover?

Zhou Hao had a secret mind that he never told anyone, not even Yan Ming. His original intention of studying medicine was not to treat diseases and save people, he was simply greed for the color of the white coat. It's clean, with no stain at all.

As a kid, he thought, if he can be a doctor, he can completely get rid of the dirty life.

He had had enough of his childhood experience of being ridiculed by his classmates as a "dirty kid". At that time, his blue and white school uniform was always so dirty that he could not get dirty anymore. Children's self-esteem is always the strongest--

In his most vain age, he had nothing.

Jiang Yuzhen is also clean, just like the white work clothes, it has become his obsession.

Is it ill?

He is indeed ill, and he is not ill.