The summer in Rongcheng was extremely hot. Zhuang Fan was wearing an apron and drawing in his room. He hadn't moved his nest for four hours. Suddenly, he heard a very energetic dog barking, so loud, as if it was right in front of their house.
Zhuang Fanxin put down the palette and looked outside on the balcony. Outside the gate, an old man passed by with a German shepherd. The old man's surname was Xue and he lived alone next door to their house. Zhuang Fanxin took the initiative to say hello and called "Grandpa Xue".
Xue Maochen stopped and beckoned to Zhuang Fanxin: "Xiao Zhuang, come down and play!"
Zhuang Fanxin ran downstairs in a hurry, walked across the small garden in front of the building, and stopped at the gate, before he could stand still before being slammed by the German Shepherd. He liked kittens and puppies since he was a child, but unfortunately his mother wouldn't let them.
Xue Maochen looked at him: "The apron is full of paint, so what about painting?"
Zhuang Fan's heart "um", the excitement between his eyebrows has not faded, and he asks: "Grandpa Xue, do you want to have a dog?" Feeling that the dog is still young, "How old is it?"
Xue Maochen said, "I'm just one year old, and I'm not stingy."
Zhuang Fanxin looked down at the dog's butt. The little male dog has been neutered and will be single for the rest of his life. He fondly stroked the dog's head and asked, "Grandpa, what's its name?"
Xue Maochen said: "I haven't named it yet, I just brought it back." The old man's face couldn't hide his joy, he squatted down, and said something like a state secret, "This dog was prepared for my grandson, so let him name it."
Zhuang Fan was slightly surprised and looked up at Xue Maochen with an unexpected look. Don't blame him, he has been a neighbor for many years, and he has hardly seen any of Xue Maochen's relatives. The old man lives alone, has a driver and a nanny, and travels for two months. Everyone thinks that Xue Maochen was a Dink when he was young, and he was an empty nest when he was old.
Xue Maochen glanced at Zhuang Fan's heart, scolded him for being a little fool, then took out a packet of biscuits from his pocket and said, "Xiao Zhuang, here, you take it."
Zhuang Fan's heart is good, but he is a picky eater. After taking it, he looked at the words on the wrapping paper. It's best not to be chocolate. He doesn't like chocolate.
Xue Maochen said happily: "These are the biscuits that the dog eats. Put a bag in your place. Someday the dog Sahuan'er runs out. You can stop it for me."
Speaking of it earlier, Zhuang Fan smiled embarrassedly and put the biscuits into his apron pocket. He lowered his head and looked at the limbs of the German Shepherd, thinking, can this dog catch up when it runs wildly? Feeling choked up.
He thought for the best: "Grandpa, your grandson is here, should you be able to take good care of it?"
Unexpectedly, Xue Maochen shook his head: "It's hard to say, that's also a sloppy age."
The weather was hot and humid, the old man and the young man were chatting in front of the door, all blushing and sweating, and the German Shepherd didn't bother to cry anymore, laying down under the shade of the tree with his tongue out, it was already too hot to die.
Zhuang Fan wiped the sweat in his heart and said, "Grandpa, why don't you come to my house for some tea?"
Xue Maochen said: "Don't be polite, it is estimated that my grandson is coming soon and it is time to go back."
The two families are very familiar with each other, so there is no need to play tricks. Before leaving, Xue Maochen patted Zhuang Fanxin on the shoulder and said, "Come to our house for dinner in the evening? Hu Jiejing is delicious today. Ah, sweet teal, coconut taro ice..."
Zhuang Fan said regretfully, "I don't eat garlic or taro."
He gave three examples and didn't eat both. Xue Maochen slashed Zhuang Fanxin's face and scolded, "Why are you so picky eaters? Look at how thin you are, why didn't the typhoon blow you to Shenzhen last year?"
The old man had a lot of energy, and Zhuang Fan covered his face with a "uh". Before he could take care of the pain, he saw De Mu jumped up suddenly and barked wildly at the small intersection more than ten meters away.
Turning in an off-road vehicle, the driver was Xue Maochen's driver. The old man said happily, "I'm picking it up!"
Zhuang Fanxin covered his face and looked, the windshield refracts the strong sunlight, and he can't see it clearly, and he can see a faint outline. With a red shirt, double ponytails, and a Disney schoolbag, this grandson is too good at dressing up.
Two or three meters apart, the off-road vehicle turned off, and the "grandson" in the co-pilot jumped out of the car. Only then did Zhuang Fanxin see clearly that she was a seven- or eight-year-old girl.
Xue Maochen didn't expect his granddaughter to come as well. It was a pleasant surprise. He was afraid to frighten the child. He took two steps carefully, opened his arms, picked him up and weighed them.
The little girl's name is Gu Baoyan, she pouted, and it took a long time to call someone cautiously. A "grandfather" coaxed Xue Maochen to laugh and ask questions, as if he forgot that it was his grandson who was waiting.
Gu Baoyan looked down and saw the German Shepherd running around and said, "My brother likes a dog."
Xue Maochen finally remembered and asked, "Where's your brother?"
Gu Baoyan pointed at the car: "Sleep in the back."
As soon as he finished speaking, the rear door opened, and a tall boy came down, his head slightly lowered, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly. He closed the car door in one hand and held headphones and a little sister's stuffed toy in the other.
The stuffed toy was a little shrivelled, and it was obviously thrown all the way, and now it was being lifted by its ears. Zhuang Fanxin looked at the boy, the shirt, jeans, sneakers, or the whole body seemed simple, but nothing was under four digits, and the watch had to add two more zeros.
He took a step back, wearing a dirty apron, which was really unsightly. How could he know that just after taking a step back, Xue Maochen's big hand pressed against him and said, "Xiao Zhuang, this is my grandson, Gu Zhuoyan."
Zhuang Fanxin had no choice but to respond: "Hi, I'm Zhuang Fanxin, and I live here."
After introducing this sentence, Gu Zhuoyan's eyes fell on Zhuang Fanxin.
He watched the clouds in the cabin, and the lush trees in Banyan City in the off-road vehicle. At this moment, he saw Zhuang Fanxin, a boy wearing an apron, his complexion was very white, and a patch of green paint was on his exposed forearm.
Gu Zhuoyan's eyes were so direct, she moved to Zhuang Fanxin's face, and saw a pair of big, beautiful eyes, three-dimensional facial features, and fluffy and curly hair tips.
His words were more straightforward: "Mixed?"
Zhuang Fan was taken aback: "Type A blood mixed with type B blood..."
He raised his hand to touch his face, and only remembered when his hand touched his cheek. The cut face still hurts. At this time, Gu Zhuoyan approached, it was really tall, and it even blocked a piece of sunlight in front of him.
Xue Maochen was still immersed in joy, and said, "Xiao Zhuang, he is new here, you are about the same age, you can take him around to play when you have time."
Zhuang Fanxin looked at Gu Zhuoyan and said with a smile, "No problem, Rongcheng welcomes you."
Gu Zhuoyan smiled slightly, which was a response, but it was so light and fleeting, it seemed that he was in a bad mood, and he could not see the slightest love for this city.
After the car was parked and the suitcases were removed one by one, Xue Maochen asked, "That's right, why is Baoyan here?"
Gu Zhuoyan said: "I said to go to Disney's summer camp, she has to come with me."
Only then did Gu Baoyan wake up: "Brother, are you lying to me?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "When will I not lie to you?"
Gu Baoyan collapsed, jumped down and chased after his brother to fight, but Gu Zhuoyan was tall and had long legs, so he wouldn't let his sister touch her body at all. Xue Maochen couldn't stop laughing, he led the dog and followed behind, and went home to enjoy family happiness.
In the evening, Zhuang Fanxin finished painting and was invited to dinner at Xue Maochen's house. His mother, Zhao Jianqiu, was a well-known horticultural designer in the country, and the most important thing in the house were flowers and plants, so he picked out a few pots of flowers as gifts for his meals.
There are only a few villas in this old alley, no one is next to each other, and they are separated by a certain distance. Zhuang Fanxin walked slowly with his suitcase in his arms, and before he reached the door, he heard the voice of the German shepherd.
The door of Xue's house was open, Gu Zhuoyan was teasing the dog in the garden, when he saw a figure in the corner of the corner, looked up and saw Zhuang Fanxin standing by the door. The angle is very clever, the top of Zhuang Fanxin's head is just a sunset, it's red, I can't tell whether Zhuang Fanxin's shirt is white or orange, the face is really three-dimensional, the light is bright and dark, like an oil painting .
Zhuang Fan's heart moved: "Can you pick me up?"
Gu Zhuoyan walked over reluctantly and took the box, which was very heavy and contained several pots of blooming flowers. When he walked to the front of the building, the box was placed on the steps, and the two stood idly.
Zhuang Fanxin had just taken a shower, the ends of his hair were still dry, and his curly hair was not curved. Gu Zhuoyan glanced at him and asked casually, "Natural curls?"
He replied, "It's hot, it's summer vacation."
After speaking, the atmosphere gradually turned cold, and Zhuang Fan said, "I still have tattoos, do you want to see them?"
According to his estimation, Gu Zhuoyan must not be interested in watching it so coldly, but he asked all the questions, which would be too humiliating. So without waiting for the other person to answer, he climbed the first step, got closer, and then pulled the collar aside.
A small heart was written on the thin left shoulder, and the lines were very thin, as if it was placed on the collarbone. Gu Zhuoyan looked down, not only could he see it clearly, he could even smell the scent of the shower gel on Zhuang Fanxin's body.
Zhuang Fanxin forced others to read it, and was a little ashamed, so he squatted down to tease the dog, and changed the subject to ask what name the dog should be named.
Gu Zhuoyan said: "PC39747."
Zhuang Fan was taken aback for a moment. It shouldn't be against the law to pretend to be a police dog, right? At this time, Xue Maochen was calling for them to eat in the building. He hooked at the German Mu and ordered, "PC39727, go eat!"
I couldn't remember the five numbers correctly. Gu Zhuoyan frowned on his expressionless face. Who knew it wasn't over yet. Zhuang Fanxin looked up at him and said, "Xue Baoyan? Eat."
I can remember two of the three words wrong, and I also helped to follow my mother's surname. Gu Zhuoyan said coldly, "My name is Xue Baochai."
Gu Zhuoyan's handsome face did not clear until he entered the restaurant and was seated. Of course, he had never been happy since he arrived in Rongcheng. The corners of Zhuang Fan's mouth rose, and when the champagne opened, he also cooperated with Xue Maochen to clink glasses.
The table was full, and in addition to the dishes cooked by the nanny Sister Hu, Xue Maochen also baked pizza himself.
Zhuang Fan felt that Gu Zhuoyan was in a low mood, so he didn't bother and ate the pizza silently. After dinner, he took Gu Baoyan to plant flowers in the garden, coaxing the little girl into confusion, almost recognizing him as a godfather.
Later, Zhuang Fanxin washed his hands and went home, and said goodbye to Gu Baoyan and De Mu at the gate. He crouched down and said, "Little sister, you are very tired from the plane, so go to bed early."
The little girl likes the big brother, the truth of the universe, Gu Baoyan said obediently: "Brother Zhuang, I will water the flowers when I get up tomorrow."
Zhuang Fan smiled and said to the German shepherd: "PC39787, come find me for biscuits tomorrow."
Gu Zhuoyan came over to look for the child and the dog. He happened to hear it, but he didn't bother to correct anything, so he just stood aside with his pockets in his pockets. Zhuang Fanxin stood up, waved his hand and joked, "Baochai, bye bye."
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "What's your name?"
Zhuang Fanxin replied, "Zhuang Fanxin, can you remember?"
Gu Zhuoyan said: "Ordinary fan, sad heart?"
Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "It's an extraordinary fan, a happy heart."
This is to retaliate against him, Zhuang Fanxin pursed his lips, showing both weakness and kindness. The old lamp on the door was not very bright, and he could only see the scene within two meters in front of him. He walked back and suddenly stood still when he was about to reach two meters away.
Zhuang Fan asked, "You don't remember me at all?"
Gu Zhuoyan was stunned for a moment, staring at each other under the dim light, it seemed that he was really familiar. Gradually, the scene from three years ago appeared in front of him. He bumped into a boy outside Zhuang Fanxin's house.
It was the Spring Festival, and Zhuang Fanxin went to the countryside to sketch. He caught a cold the night before departure. When he left the next day, he felt dizzy. As soon as he walked out of the gate, he bumped into Gu Zhuoyan, who was passing by.
With a bulging bag on his back, he sat down on the ground because of his imbalance, and then complained confusedly: "—I was knocked out by you."
Gu Zhuoyan reached out and pulled Zhuang Fanxin up, apologized, and responded, "Who made you so thin."
Zhuang Fanxin only thought that the other party lived in a nearby neighborhood and was celebrating the new year, and it was not intentional. He hurried away, took out a bag of candy in his pocket, stuffed it into Gu Zhuoyan, and added "Happy New Year".
He went to the country for a week, and when he came back, Gu Zhuoyan had already left. He didn't know it was Xue Maochen's grandson, and he never saw each other again. Unexpectedly, today, three years later, they met again.
After recalling, Zhuang Fan asked, "Do you remember?"
Gu Zhuoyan laughed and said, "I remember."
After all, this was his first real smile today.
Zhuang Fanxin waved his hand: "I'm going home."
He turned and walked away, his slightly curly hair trembling with the night wind, like the tip of a wild cat's tail swaying as it slid by.
Gu Zhuoyan also closed the door and went home. The memory of a few steps away suddenly became clear. The boy who was knocked away by him, the nasally "Happy New Year", and the stuff stuffed to him...
What candy, Zhuang Fanxin stuffed him back then, obviously it was a pack of cold granules.