Liang Zhou looked away from the computer and looked at Guan Bowen who came in slowly, wondering, "Why are you here?"
"Come and invite everyone to dinner." Guan Bowen opened his eyes and said nonsense, leaned on the sofa, looked around, pretending to ask, "Why aren't everyone here? Isn't there a regular meeting on Friday?"
Liang Zhou glanced at him up and down, raised his eyebrows, "Come and invite us to dinner? I remember that when Zhang Qian moved to invite us to dinner last week, you said you were very busy recently and didn't have time. Why do you have time now?"
"I'm done." Guan Bowen said vaguely, "Actually, I also want to move a little bit... so I came here in advance to make an appointment with you."
"You want to move? You don't want the holiday villa that you just bought?"
"No more."
"Where are you moving?"
"I think the villa area you live in is pretty good, the environment is quiet, not remote, the occupants are simple, and it is suitable for the elderly."
Liang Zhou leaned back in the chair, looked at him lightly, and said nothing.
Guan Bowen moved, trying to maintain the calmness and elegance on the surface, and continued to talk, "Moreover, the preservation of your villa area is not bad, even Yan Wei can stop it... I know the paparazzi in other residences, so I’d better buy a new one. Better."
"Thursday today."
"what?"
Liang Zhou nodded the calendar card on his desk and said lightly, "Today Thursday, there is no regular meeting. Also, He Long did come back from a business trip, but I gave him three days off. He accompanied his dad back to his hometown to see relatives. , So... Is it easy to leave or not?"
Guan Bowen was finally willing to look at him directly, but his eyes were a bit dull, he looked like he had stopped running out of power, and his expression should be distorted and not distorted, a bit funny.
"This reaction... you really have fallen in love with He Long." Liang Zhou looked at him with interest and curled his lips. "Let's talk, how long have you been thinking about this?"
"Wha, what's your mind, what are you talking nonsense..."
"He Long is not too young anymore. He Bo took him back to his hometown this time, but he was actually thinking of introducing him to someone. I heard that the girl is a dance teacher, with a good appearance and a good body, and a good temper."
Introduction, introduction, right, elephant!
The calmness of the camouflage on Guan Bowen's face quickly disappeared, what elegance, what image, what actor's demeanor, all go to hell! He stood up, stepped over to the desk a few steps, patted the table hard, and approached Liang Zhou, "Where is the little dragon too old, he is still young! Liang Zhou, you and Xiaoyu have today, thanks to me. Enlighten, now... Help me!"
Liang Zhou squinted at him and smiled, "Bowen."
"Say."
"I won't help you."
Guan Bowen looked at him incredulously, "Where is loyalty?"
"But if you want to buy a house, I just have one set in hand."
The two looked at each other, then moved away tacitly.
Guan Bowen stood up, restored his calm and elegant appearance, smiled, "How much is the house...?"
He Long came back with He Bo from his hometown. As soon as he entered the villa area, he saw Guan Bowen who came out for a walk.
He Bo was a little puzzled, "Xiaolong, how come the man on the roadside keeps looking at you... looks a little familiar."
"It's Guan Bowen." He Long glanced at the direction He Bo was pointing, was stunned, frowned, answered in a low voice, then stopped, rolled down the car window, looked at Guan Bowen who was standing on the side of the road with a smile, and asked politely. "Mr. Guan, why are you here? Looking for the boss?"
Guan Bowen nodded cordially to Uncle He as a greeting, and replied, "No, I moved here to live... Do you want to sit at my house?"
He Long brows jumped, and he shook his head decisively, "No, I'll take my dad home first. I'm disaccompanying him." After that, he started the car quickly and ran away.
Guan Bowen was sprayed with car exhaust, but he was not angry at all. Instead, he was a little happy, "I haven't seen you in a month, Xiaolong has become more energetic... Well, not bad."
"Dad, that person just now, remember to stay away from him." He Long urged seriously.
He turned his gaze back into the rearview mirror and disagreed with what he said, "He is the young master's partner, right? You can't do this. Be a little more sleek. You will offend people if you do things like this."
He Long's brows were twisted into lumps.
"I will call him back later, ask for the address, and ask Aunt Liu to prepare something, and come to sit down. Since people have moved here, then everyone will be neighbors and get along well."
He Long darkened his face.
"Have you heard?" He Bo stared.
"I see..." He Long stubbornly responded.
After arriving home, He Long called Guan Bowen under He Bo's gaze, and then took the snack prepared by Aunt Liu and went out.
Guan Bowen’s villa is very close to Liang Zhou’s villa, only one or two hundred meters away.
After the doorbell rang, the door opened. Guan Bowen stood at the door with a smile, holding green onions in one hand and wiping on the apron with the other, like a man at home.
"Here? Come in first, and the meal will be ready soon."
He Longyong's various polite remarks were choked back by his image, and followed him in the door stupidly. After holding back for a long time, he asked, "You can cook?" The image of the picky eater, gossip, and nasty cocky actor in my impression is seriously inconsistent...
"Of course it will." Guan Bowen gave him a funny look, led him to sit down in the restaurant next to the kitchen, and pointed to the beans on the table, "Thank you for peeling it for me. The soup is boiling in the pot, I have to guard it. "After that, he turned and went into the kitchen, leaving He Long with a handsome back.
… No chance of rejection at all.
He Long opened his mouth, straightened his face, and began to peel the beans with his head down... Forget it, he said goodbye after he finished peeling.
"Do you like spicy food?" Guan Bowen asked with a smile, looking out from the kitchen.
He Long was really not used to his appearance, he reacted for a while before replying, "I don't like it or hate it."
"Then come over and help me taste it." Guan Bowen beckoned.
He Long stood up honestly and went over.
Guan Bowen took a spoon and gave it to him.
He Long looked at his hand holding the spoon and didn't move.
"Drink."
"..."
"Too hot?" Guan Bowen was about to blow the hot in the spoon.
He Long's serious expression cracked, and he hurriedly leaned over to drink with his handle hot, and quickly replied, "It's not hot, the temperature is good."
The corner of Guan Bowen's mouth was successfully tilted, and then quickly pressed down, again with a natural and kind look, "How's the taste?"
The taste of mutton soup slowly diffused in the mouth... It was a very rich and mild taste, which was different from what he had drunk before. I have to say that it was delicious, um, very delicious.
He nodded, "Yes."
"Will it be spicy?"
"No, just right."
Guan Bowen turned around, took the bowl from the cupboard, scooped half a bowl of soup into his hand, "Take it to cushion his stomach, I should be tired after driving all afternoon."
He Long looked down at the soup, and then at Guan Bowen, which was completely different from the impression he had in front of him, suddenly felt a little awkward, "Thank you."
Guan Bowen smiled cordially, "You're welcome, have you finished peeling the beans?"
"I'm going to peel it." He Long wanted to turn around and peel the beans, as if he owed the other party something before they finished peeling it.
Guan Bowen stopped him with a smile, "No hurry, let's peel the soup after drinking it, I'm not in a hurry to use it, I will trouble you."
"… No trouble."
"Stay and have a meal together? I'm lonely eating alone, and there are too many dishes, I can't finish it."
Such a friendly and easy-talking actor who doesn't make fun of others... It's weird.
He Long hesitated for a moment, nodded, turned around a little entangled, went back to the table and sat down, frowning and reflecting. Perhaps what Dad said was right. My previous attitude towards Guan Bowen was really too bad... Can't use colored glasses to see people, Guan Yingdi... doesn't seem to be that annoying.
Thinking like this, he couldn't help but look up at Guan Bowen, who was facing away from his own cutting vegetables, his eyes stopped on his naturally scattered hair, and he lowered his head to drink soup.
… Forget it, let’s say goodbye after dinner.
Guan Bowen saw his series of reactions from the reflection on the cupboard, and the corners of his mouth were drawn up triumphantly, and a sly smile flashed in his eyes—the first step in chasing someone and changing the other person’s impression of him should be considered as it is. , Half done
By the way... From the perspective of Xiaolong, my back should happen to be the most handsome angle... Hey, I knew I would put a camera to take a look. I don't know if the angle of the wrist was too high when cutting vegetables just now... Alas, chasing people is really difficult.
Chapter 85 Fanwai 3. Retired actor (3) [Guan Bowen Fanwai] Life is like a drama, all depends on acting after a quiet and awkward dinner.
"I am full?"
"Ok."
"Would you like something to drink?"
"No, thank you for your hospitality, I'll first..."
"I just moved here today, and some things haven't been packed yet. If it's not troublesome... help?"
He Long glanced at the table full of dishes, silently swallowed the goodbye that was rushing to his mouth, nodded, "Okay."
There were not many things to pack, only a few cardboard boxes. He Long put all the things in the utility room neatly, and said goodbye again, "It's too late, I will..."
"Thanks for your hard work." Guan Bowen interrupted him and handed him a bag. "In return, thank you for the refreshment."
Guan Bowen, who smiled and sent back gifts in home clothes... He Long felt a bit stiff in his thinking.
"Thank you." He took the bag, paused, and said, "I need help calling me in the future."
Guan Bowen smiled cordially, "I will."
"Farewell."
"I will send you out."
A natural farewell and a flat departure.
After He Long walked out of the courtyard, he couldn't help but look back at Guan Bowen, who was still standing at the door with a smile on his face, and frowned. I always feel something is wrong... It's weird... What's wrong...
After returning to Liangzhou Villa, He Bo opened the gift given by Guan Bowen.
Tea, good tea, very expensive tea... He Bo's favorite tea.
"Mr. Guan... I'm interested." He Bo picked up the tea with a serious face and held it tightly, as if he didn't want to let go.
He Long: "..."
"Mr. Guan just moved here, there must be a lot of discomforts, you remember to help others."
"..."
"Have you heard?"
"... I heard it." What's wrong with all this today
On weekends, dinner, Guan Bowen personally cooks.
He Long was sitting in the dining room peeling beans in a subtle mood, Liang Zhou and Yu Shulin were watching a movie in the living room, Zhang Qian and Zhao Zhi were setting up a barbecue in the yard, Ling Chun had just finished a case in s city, exhausted and collapsed. Waiting to eat on the sofa in the small hall.
It's harmonious... But I always feel that something is wrong.
"He Long, you go to the refrigerator to get something to drink, Zhang Qian and the others should be thirsty."
He Long got up to get it.
"He Long, Xiaoyu said he is hungry, so you can bring some snacks."
He Long went to look through the snack cabinet.
"He Long, Zhang Qian's clothes are splashed with oil. Give him an apron. By the way, Aunt Liu brought the condiments. Go pick it up."
He Long looked around the restaurant, went to the corner shelf to get the apron, and then sent the apron to get the seasoning.
"Little dragon, come, help me skewer potatoes."
He Long put down the seasoning, took the sign, and then stopped moving.
"Hungry?" Guan Bowen looked at him questioningly.
He Long frowned, "What did you call me just now?"
Guan Bowen raised his eyebrows and smiled cordially, "I heard He Bo and Aunt Liu call you that, I am older than you, call you Xiaolong, there is a problem? I don't mind if you call me Brother Guan or Bowen."
"... No problem, you are free."
"Okay, take out this plate of chicken wings, you can grill them first, this one will cook slowly."
He Long took the plate and walked out without taking two steps. He looked back at Guan Bowen, who was busy with his head down and looked at Ling Chun in the small hall. Liang Zhou and Yu Shulin, who watched the movie, squinted, looked far away at Zhang Qian who was bluffing in the yard and Zhao Zhi who was working on the grill, and shook their heads.
Still feel... something is wrong.
On the weekend, He Long came to see He Bo, but unexpectedly saw Guan Bowen in the garden.
"Pour so much?"
"Yes, yes, the roots of the flowers will rot if you water too much, not bad, you can get started quickly."
"That's how Bo He taught well."
"No, no... By the way, the seeds you needed last time have arrived. I'll get them for you. Your garden is bare. You have to take care of it. If you don't understand, just ask me."
"Then thank Uncle He first, I really don't know what to do with flowers and plants."
"You don't need to be so polite." He looked relaxed, and he seemed to be in a very good mood. He turned his head to see He Long poking at the gate of the courtyard, making his face straight. Come here, talk to the blog post, and I will get the seeds."
He Long said it was inexplicable.
Guan Bowen watched He Bo enter the door, then looked at He Long, "Come on, have you eaten yet?"
"No."
"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
"Mr. Guan, you..."
"You can call me a blog post, I don't mind."
"..."
Uncle He came out with the seeds, with a relaxed and happy expression, "Your Aunt Liu has made a meal, stay for dinner?"
Guan Bowen glanced at He Long, who was a little unresponsive, and nodded with a smile, "Okay."
The two of them walked into the house while chatting, He Long was a little stunned, "Dad, I..."
"What are you calling?" He Bo turned around and scolded him, urging him, "Go in and help Aunt Liu serve you food. Master and Master Shulin are going to the Zhoujia old house. There will only be four of us for lunch. Be diligent and hurry up."
"..."
At the dining table, Guan Bowen made Aunt Liu happy with a few words, and a few random words caused He Bo to talk a lot, chatting about that year, and finally, he took the time to scoop a bowl of soup for He Long.
He Long stared at the soup in front of him with no expression on his face.
Guan Bowen glanced at him, naturally picked up the sesame oil on the table and dropped a few drops into the soup, "Drink it, the temperature is just right, it's not hot."
He Long feels a bit cold in his neck... Why does Guan Bowen know that he likes to add sesame oil to soup...
After eating, He Long was driven out by He Bo to send Guan Bowen home.
"What is your purpose for doing this?" He Long finally couldn't hold back after sending the person to the door, asking out the doubts in his heart.
Guan Bowen was stunned, "What did you say?"
"What's the purpose of you to please my dad so much?" He is not stupid. Guan Bowen's behavior to please his dad is too obvious.
Guan Bowen looked at him, the smile on his face slowly faded, lowered his eyes, paused, and asked in a low voice, "You really don't know why I do this?"
He Long shook his head decisively, "I never understood you." Whether it was the wicked gossip actor who had been a slapstick before, or the gentle, kind and good-tempered Guan Bowen, he had never read it. This kind of person who can change his face at any time needs to beware and keep a distance in his handling principles... Although the other party does not seem to be sorry for himself.
"You hate me, don't you?"
He Long frowned and said nothing.
"Sure enough." Guan Bowen sighed and laughed at himself. "Before retiring, I was a actor with friends all over the world. After retiring... He Long, this kind of gap is so uncomfortable. I have few friends. Everyone is very good. Precious... I don't want one of you to hate me. You all have your own business to work on, but my life is left with a pale old-age life... Or, you have never regarded me as a friend?"
Yes, I have never been.
… But the answer now seems too hurtful.
The truth can't be said, the lie can't come out, thinking of the meal a few days ago and the tea that his father carefully put away, He Long's expression was distorted, only looking at Guan Bowen, without speaking.
He really didn't know what to say.
Guan Bowen also looked back at him, speechless, then slowly lowered his eyes, his shoulders dropped, his head was slightly tilted, his lips were pursed, and he laughed, "I understand, Xiaolong... No, Mr. He , I'm sorry to disturb you father and son... Thank you for your help during this time, I... I'm sorry, thank you for sending me back, goodbye.
He Long was stupid. He stepped forward and wanted to knock on the door. After hesitating for a while, he took it back.
You just read it wrong, Guan Bowen is... Red eyes? Why do you feel that the other party is a little pitiful... Yeah, the other party didn't do anything bad, like this...
He Long tangled and turned and left.
Inside the door, Xiao Guo was stunned and watched the Guan Bowwen's "slightly red eye sockets and extremely frustrated face", and he trembled, "Guan, Brother Guan... I will give you what you want." You sent it, sent it..."
Guan Bowen grabbed his hair and squinted at him, "Why are you still here? Go when the things are delivered. By the way, help me take the trash out when I leave. There are no more vegetables in the refrigerator, so remember to buy some here tomorrow."
"… Oh."
"Help me hire a few more flower farmers. I want to make a garden. Take time to go to the suburban flower shed and pick some flowers to feed back." Guan Bowen said, putting the seeds in his hands on the coffee table, comfortable. He nestled on the sofa, touched his mobile phone, "Kneel down."
"..."
Sure enough, the actor is still that actor... Everything I saw before is fake...
fake!
Xiao Guo viciously wrote what Guan Bowen said on his notepad, and went out without daring to say anything.
"Trash, don't forget."
"..."
Xiao Guo left, and the living room became quiet again. Guan Bowen changed his posture, raised his phone above his head, and squinted... This chasing code... seemed useless.
Life is like a play, relying entirely on acting skills, and sure enough, I am more reliable.
He curled his lips, threw the phone on the sofa, and got upstairs.
He Long began to feel restless, and when he was idle, the picture of Guan Bowen's eye sockets suspiciously flushing in his mind that day began to become clear. Various conjectures circulated in his brain, and guilt began to gradually gain the upper hand.
The most important thing is that he cares a lot about some of the things he talked about on the phone.
Guan Bowen made the garden.
Guan Bowen sent someone back to Bo He.
Bo He invited Guan Bowen to dinner, but was turned down by the other party on the grounds that something had happened. Then, on the day of the meal, Aunt Liu saw Guan Bowen's assistant secretly deliver takeaways to the villa.
Guan Bowen hasn't been out for a few days.
Guan Bowen appeared alone in the garden of the community, looking a little haggard.
Guan Bowen seems to be deliberately avoiding He Bo.
Guan Bowen seems to be preparing to move.
Guan Bo Wen Guan Bo Wen Guan Bo Wen...
He Long couldn't sit still. When He Bo called again to mention Guan Bowen, he hung up and drove to the villa area.
First, he went home and chatted with Bo He. After confirming that Guan Bowen was indeed at home, he arranged his thoughts and strode towards Guan Bowen's villa.
The garden has indeed changed its appearance. The flowers are clustered and beautiful, but He Long feels that it is beautiful and a little deserted. The curtains on the first floor of the villa were all closed, and the gate and courtyard door were closed, as if no one was at home. When he saw this, he frowned, feeling more guilty for his outspoken words that day, and hurriedly raised his hand and rang the doorbell of the courtyard gate.
The bell rang for a long time and there was no response.
He felt bad in his heart, so he turned the courtyard wall directly into the courtyard, trot to the front door, and started knocking on the door.
"Close Bowen! Are you there? Open the door."
Still no response, he started to be anxious.
When he knocked in a hurry and was about to smash the door, the door opened.
Guan Bowen, dressed in pajamas, with tousled hair, stood inside the half-open door. He had dark circles under his eyes and red blood in his eyes. He looked lethargic, "Xiaolong? Why are you here?" After speaking, he seemed to react suddenly. Looking down at the clothes on his body, he sorted out the crooked collar somewhat dullly, and smiled embarrassedly, "Look at me, it's a mess... What are you looking for? Do you want to come in and talk?"
He Long frowned at him, glanced at the dimly lit room, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sleeping?"
Guan Bowen nodded, "I suddenly felt a little tired after eating, so I just went to sleep."
He Long looked at him carefully, suddenly raised his hand to touch his forehead, then frowned fiercely and pushed him inside, "You are sick, go into the room and lie on the bed, where is the thermometer, take your temperature."
Guan Bowen was obviously stunned by him, and stopped him with a smile, "I know if I am sick or not, don't be nervous, I'm just a little tired..."
"Go and lie down." He Long looked at him sternly, and pointed to the sofa, "or go to the sofa and lean on it and cover the blanket."
Guan Bowen looked at him, then at the sofa, and suddenly smiled, "Are you caring about me?"
He Long frowned and said nothing.
"Don't you hate me?"
He Long stretched his face, pulled him directly onto the sofa, pulled a blanket and wrapped him around, and turned and walked out, "I'll go to my dad to get the thermometer and medicine. You can rely on it, and I'll be back soon."
Guan Bowen directly grabbed him, with obvious joy on his face, "Aren't you hating me anymore?"
"Don't move." He Long broke away from his hand, feeling that he was pulling and pulling like this with another big man, discussing whether to hate this topic, and said hard, "Stay honestly, I'll be back soon." Step out.
Guan Bowen watched him leave, raised his hand to touch his forehead, squinted, and smiled like a fox, "It seems that the cold water is not in vain... I know you are soft-hearted, hum."