Love, Expired

At the end of the final exams, the students returned home one after another, and Zhou Hao did not return as in previous years. He is currently staying in the school laboratory for experiments. After busying these days, he will go to the hospital to report on an internship next month.

Since the last farce in the bar, Zhou Hao lost contact with Jiang Yu, and he never took the initiative to find the person.

In a flash, tomorrow is the weekend again.

In the evening, he fumbled with his cell phone—pressed the name in the newsletter, then returned, and pressed in ...

I don't know how many times I repeated, even my fingers became a little sore because of stubborn behavior.

Night, deep.

The building where he lived was facing the street, so there was always an unstoppable whistle and passing pedestrian talk. When the house is extremely quiet, the noise outside can always be heard clearly.

He likes the house facing the street, which can cover the deserted home just right.

At half past ten, Zhou Hao put down her cell phone, went to the bathroom and took a shower, then went to the bedroom and slept with sleep. He fell asleep until 11 o'clock the next day. Maybe it was too much sleep, and my head always felt very tired and sleepy.

The phone that hadn't been dialed out hadn't lighted up since he rested on the coffee table at 10:30 last night.

This is normal. His social circle is so small that it can be ignored. Except for Jiang Yuhuan, there is only one rigorous.

Yan Ming returned to the summer vacation this year. He just left the train station the day before yesterday. As for Jiang Yudi, that person is even less likely to find himself.

In the past, he would send a message on Friday night to remind the person-"It's the weekend."

The underlying meaning is clear to both, that is to say-you should come over!

Only once, Zhou Hao wanted to see if Jiang Yuzheng would take the initiative, and deliberately, he did not remind him on Friday. Sure enough, the next day, the man really didn't come.

At this point, Zhou Hao was completely awakened. Between them, he was never worthy of willfulness. Originally it was a forced sale. If you don't go to work hard, that person will simply ignore you.

Occasionally, Zhou Hao had an emotional side, he would lie on the bed, fantasizing what the man would look like in the middle of the night. Probably like him, he misses someone so much, isn't that person hiding a sissy in his heart.

This world is always wonderful enough to make you want to scold your mother! He loves Jiang, Jiang Aicheng, who is Cheng Ai? He didn't know.

It's already eleven o'clock, and the breakfast has already passed, and the breakfast and lunch are combined. Zhou Hao made a simple dish and soup based on the ingredients in the refrigerator. After eating, he hurried to the laboratory.

You see, not only is there a **** love in life, there are also endless subject experiments!

In a sense, Zhou Hao enjoyed experimenting. Because he was tortured by fate to the empty hollow body, which can be filled with busy things, it is a happy thing for him.

Cold laboratory equipment is sometimes much warmer than so-called humanity.

After soaking in the laboratory for a day, the primary cell culture always calculated a satisfactory result. Out of the aseptic operation room, he removed the white mask and washed his hands. At this time, the stomach yelled a few times. It was already seven o'clock when looking at the mobile phone.

Zhou Hao left the underground laboratory and turned around on the road. The dazzling neon lights, the young people who have swept the city, and the square dancing aunt who twisted her hips at the gate of Songyuan Community ...

Everything is lively, very noisy and dazzling.

This is an international metropolis. It is all-encompassing and changing with each passing day. It accepts people from all corners of the world, and also brave young people from all over the country.

Rao is a flowery world and the scenery is unique. Zhou Hao always produces a sense of wandering behind the huge flow of people. This is indeed not his hometown, even a city with a very different style from his hometown.

"Yan Ming." He called Yan Ming.

"Well, what is it?"

"What is it like now?"

Yan at the other end of the phone clearly didn't understand, "Ah? What?"

"Nothing ..." Zhou Hao hung up the phone and walked aimlessly along the road.

How many years? Since he went to college, he has graduated now, and it has been five years.

Zhou Hao still remembers that he dragged a heavy black suitcase, carried a large schoolbag on his body, and sat in the hard seat for two days and two nights before arriving at the capital.

No one sent him home when he came, and in the past few years, the family never called him. Even if he died in a foreign land, the woman would not know.

His fingertips turned to "Zhang Qiuhua" on his cell phone address book-that was his mother's name. He hesitated and hesitated to decide what he was talking about. What would that woman say?

Zhou Hao thought a lot, and he was terribly deep-hearted from childhood.

"Beep—" Soon, the phone was connected.

Before Zhou Hao spoke, he licked his upper and lower lips, which was a sign of nervousness.

"What's the matter?" On the phone, his mother was almost alienated.

Zhou Hao pursed his lips, his face solemn and solemn, "You're fine."

Treating this blood-related mother, from an early age, he treats him like a teacher and leader, and their mother and child have never been laughing and joking.

"It's okay," said the other end of the phone. "It's all right."

"Gone."

"No more, Tingting has a few questions to ask me."

On the phone, the busy tone of "Beep" was restored. Zhou Hao stood on the side of the road stupidly, staying for a full quarter of an hour. He lit a cigarette and sat on the side of the road, smoking, regardless of his image.

When someone is sad, they have to find something to dispatch. Over the years, his smoking addiction has grown.

He secretly smoked in junior high school. In the severely closed environment of high school for three years, he obviously did not smoke very much, and even had a tendency to quit. As soon as I got to university, I used to have another cigarette addiction.

Every time he did that with Jiang Yuzheng, he had to get one. Yan Ming always persuaded him to quit smoking, this thing hurts his body, and it is not delicious.

He also knew in his heart, but it was easy to get addicted, and the smoke ring passed across the tip of his tongue and then slowly spit out of his mouth. He enjoyed this misty process.

Zhou Hao took out his cell phone again, and made a phone call to Jiang Yuying, and soon he was connected there. Rarely, the man did not refuse today.

"Jiang Yuquan, you are more addictive than cigarettes." Somehow, like a drunk, he jumped out of his mouth unconsciously.

"Zhou Hao." The man whispered his name, and then said, "You make me feel terrible."

After a pause of ten seconds, I continued to say, "I'll give you the money, and that apartment will also give you it. We'll run out of order. Don't bother me again."

"Can you **** shut up without mentioning the money! In the past few years, I have spent a lot of money on you, and I will pay you back! I **** make money to pay you back!"

At this moment, Zhou Hao hysterically seemed to have found a vent.

Actually, he was a little sad. He lost his love, why was he even taken away with that self-esteem?

At the other end of the phone, there was no sound at all, and Zhou Hao angrily pressed the hang up button.

At eight o'clock on the street, he called three people in a row. Except for Yan Ming, the other two let him be struggling, unable to love, but hated.

With his mother, he couldn't escape the blood relationship; with Jiang Yuxuan, he was drowned in the cleanliness of the man, unable to extricate himself.

"Did I have slaughtered the whole city in my last life?" Zhou Hao's mind flashed countless times.

This retribution is the result of a causal cycle. Only with this kind of self-consolation can he be freed from the **** life and ignite the faint hope of life.

It is said that during the Meiji Restoration period in Japan, a young girl jumped into the waterfall and committed suicide. She left a suicide note saying that she was not tired of the world and was not determined, but she felt that youth was too beautiful and gorgeous. Gorgeous like a cherry blossom.

When Zhou Hao saw this at the beginning, he was still in the second year of school. It was the age when he was desperately reading and smoking. He cut this page of suicide note from the book and took it out every night.

His precocious mind has already surpassed his peers in the second year of junior high school. When others are playing games, he has already thought of the ultimate destination of life.

Now, at this moment, he remembered that page of his suicide note. He was puzzled and committed suicide for his youth?

What about him?

Thinking of this, Zhou Hao was taken aback by himself. Die, he won't die. Others owe him, why did he die? He didn't want it, he wanted to live well, and sickened them.

He took out his mobile phone, but instead of calling his mother, he called Jiang Yuzhen again, and he called three times before he was connected—

"Jiang Yuyu, I'll entangle you in my life! I just want to kill you!"

"Zhou Hao, you should go to see a doctor." Jiang Yuzheng at the other end of the phone apparently didn't have much patience. His Majesty said this and he hung up.

"Fuck!" Zhou Hao snorted, and then stood up and walked towards home.

Back home, it's nine-thirty. He updated Douban's post, but today there is only a short sentence—

[I ca n’t figure out the meaning of being alive, family, lover, I do n’t have any, they all consider me a burden.

Probably, I live for disgusting people. 】