Gu Zhuoyan fell asleep.
After a month, just like the night I first came to Rongcheng, I couldn't sleep. At one o'clock in the morning, he sat up after flipping back and forth on the bed, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of milk to drink, brushed his teeth after drinking, and was more awake by the smell of mint in his mouth.
Mint, matcha, and other kumquats, Gu Zhuoyan remembered the cake Zhuang Fanxin ate.
To be precise, he was actually thinking about Zhuang Fanxin, and he was thinking about it all night.
Gu Zhuoyan sighed for himself, didn't turn on the light, and went to the balcony to dry in the dark. He was sitting on the rattan rocking chair swaying with the night wind, his thoughts were not straight, but this time it was even more messy.
Thousands of words condensed into one sentence, Zhuang Fanxin knew his sexual orientation.
Gu Zhuoyan even dared to come out publicly, and was not afraid that one more person would know about it, but he never thought that Zhuang Fanxin would know so quickly. What he imagines is that when the relationship is close enough and the effect he pursues is significant enough, he will show it with a good-looking gesture.
I wanted to have a style and a pie, but I didn't make it in time, and it was exposed when I was eating junk food.
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't close his eyes, as soon as he closed his eyes, it was Zhuang Fanxin's face, cheering him up, comforting him, frame by frame like an endless movie.
But he would feel sleepy watching other movies, but he couldn't sleep when he watched this one played by Zhuang Fanxin.
Gu Zhuoyan picked up the phone, but it was a boring move, but he moved one step faster than his brain, and clicked on Zhuang Fanxin's avatar. It's so late at night, the other party has a high probability of having a rest, and he naturally won't send a message to disturb him.
The bright screen attracted a few flying insects, but Gu Zhuoyan didn't care, and clicked into Zhuang Fanxin's photo album. No wonder he posted a lot of photos, but Zhuang Fanxin's circle of friends had very little content, and each photo was even separated by several months.
He browsed, and the latest photo was still the "trading scene", and he turned forward. The last one seemed to be a studio, and the release time was early in the summer vacation. A good art exhibition, the sun hat that was blown away by the wind when sketching, the scrapped beloved brush... These constitute Zhuang Fanxin's circle of friends.
In addition, Zhuang Fanxin will also send some plain text without pictures. The air conditioner of Line 1 is broken today, everyone, take the bus! Ready to quit potato chips, my mom keeps telling me. I lost a box of red paint, whoever found it doesn't have to contact me, I bought another box. Advertise for a friend, and enjoy a fresh, super delicious cake at Yinan Time!
There are no pretentious hypocritical words, no depressing words to complain, each of which is real and vivid. Gu Zhuoyan looked at it carefully, deepening his understanding of Zhuang Fan's heart little by little, sometimes cheerful and innocent, sometimes gentle and careful, and a pair of romantic eyes with artistic filters.
Gu Zhuoyan had to admit that apart from being picky eaters, he didn't notice anything wrong with Zhuang Fan's heart. Even if you are a picky eater, you don't need him to cook anyway.
Gu Zhuoyan pondered quietly, what is Zhuang Fanxin's sexual orientation
Some people are sure that they like a man or a woman, such as him, and some people do not like others, and they may not know their orientation before they are moved.
Does Zhuang Fanxin like men, women, or is he ignorant
Gu Zhuoyan fell into thinking. He didn't even think about why he wanted to think about this issue. A thunderstorm rolled in the night sky, and the storm that had been suffocating all day finally arrived. He woke up, got up and went back to the bedroom, and fell asleep drowsily with the sound of rain.
The rain didn't stop until early in the morning. After the rain, the city of Rongcheng was full of new green, and the air was unbelievably fresh. Gu Zhuoyan went to bed late and got up late, so he was prepared to be late, but Zhuang Fanxin was waiting for him to go to school together.
Outside the gate, Zhuang Fanxin was wearing a coat-style raincoat, bright yellow, like a primary school student's safety suit when crossing the road. He had been waiting for ten minutes, and Zhao Jianqiu was almost finished with the sandwiches he made for him.
Gu Zhuoyan pushed the cart out and said, "Let's go."
Zhuang Fan thought: "Why do you stay in bed on the first day of school?"
Gu Zhuoyan said in his heart, "Nothing, I think what you think." He hardly looked into Zhuang Fanxin's eyes. He thought he would open his eyes when he woke up, but he was still a little uneasy when he met him.
"Have you eaten yet?" Zhuang Fan asked.
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I didn't have time."
There was still a big mouthful of sandwiches left, eggs and shrimp, all of which were full of food. Zhuang Fanxin approached and handed it over, saying, "You should put your pads on it, I don't have time to go to the cafeteria to buy it when you arrive at school."
Gu Zhuoyan doesn't eat what he has left, not to mention what others have left. He doesn't dislike it, but the habit he has cultivated for more than ten years can't be broken just because Zhuang Fanxin is good-looking, right
He held the handlebar and said, "If you are too lazy to take up your hand, you can eat it."
Zhuang Fan's heart was "Oops", but he took up his hand anyway, so he raised the sandwich and fed it to Gu Zhuoyan's mouth. Gu Zhuoyan was a little startled, opened his mouth hesitantly, and ate the big mouthful of sandwiches. It was delicious...
When Gu Zhuoyan came back to his senses, Zhuang Fanxin had already set off on a bicycle.
Gu Zhuoyan followed unhurriedly behind, his eyes followed Zhuang Fanxin's round head, moved down a little, and saw the red slogan behind Zhuang Fanxin's raincoat.
- The road is slippery in rainy days, please keep your distance.
Zhuang Fanxin was rear-ended on a rainy day. Later, Zhuang Xianyang left a calligraphy behind his raincoat, hoping that the road killers would give his son a life.
Gu Zhuoyan caught up with the figure, tilted his head, and saw that the raincoat and hat covered Zhuang Fanxin's profile, only revealing long eyelashes and the tip of his nose.
Is it eating people's short mouths? Why do you think it's so cute
They were lucky. As soon as they arrived at the school, the rain started sporadically again. High school life is always the same, with little difference in essence, and there is nothing that Gu Zhuoyan can't adapt to.
He sat alone in the last row, listening to a few sentences if he was interested, and silently doing competition questions to pass the time when he was bored. Occasionally, when I looked up, I saw Zhuang Fan's heart across a few heads, or looked up at the blackboard, or lowered my notes, all very well-behaved.
In the fourth class, that head was restless, he turned to the left to say a few small words with Qi Nan, and turned to the right to make a few expressions with the monitor across the aisle.
Gu Zhuoyan lived like a surveillance camera, his eyes were lightly attached to the back of Zhuang Fanxin's head, and he could see all his small movements.
This section is the chemistry class of the head teacher, Xia Wei, but even the Emperor's class can't resist the hunger near noon. Zhuang Fanxin looked at his watch and exchanged lips with the monitor across the aisle: "What's for lunch?"
The monitor said, "Claypot rice."
Zhuang Fan made an "OK" gesture in his heart and asked, "Lawei?"
The squad leader shook his head: "Beef brisket."
Zhuang Fanxin couldn't choose what to eat, so he turned back to think, just as the teacher glanced at the audience and coughed lightly with a warning. Before Gu Zhuoyan could take his eyes back, the one who made small moves escaped the disaster, but he was caught in the eye of the one who was standing on the sidelines.
"Gu Zhuoyan." Xia Wei called, "What are you thinking about regardless of the title?"
Gu Zhuoyan simply suspected that these people were waiting for the opportunity to take a look at him when most of the classmates looked back. He replied calmly, "I was thinking about what to have for lunch."
Someone snickered, Xia Wei asked, "Have you figured it out yet?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Eat claypot rice."
Zhuang Fan's back froze, and he blushed because of his guilty conscience. After Xia Wei's warning, he continued to talk, and he secretly turned his face to look at the last row. Coincidentally, Gu Zhuoyan was waiting for him, pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows at him.
At noon, they ate together, and it was raining lightly. The playground and garden could not treat anyone, so they could only stay in the classroom during lunch break. Zhuang Fanxin moved to Qi Nan's seat, leaning against the wall to read the mystery novel.
Another person died, in the hot spring.
But the yukata was gone.
Zhuang Fan thought of the bathrobe that Pei Zhi gave him, but he hadn't worn it yet. He looked up at his feet. It was raining today, and Gu Zhuoyan didn't wear the pair of sneakers that Gu Zhuoyan gave him.
He turned to look at others: "Excuse me."
Gu Zhuoyan was about to squint for a while: "You said."
Zhuang Fanxin asked in a low voice, "Have you worn the underwear I gave you?"
Thirty yuan and four items, Gu Zhuoyan was afraid that it would be bad for his physical development, but he asked to buy it anyway, so he avoided the important and said lightly: "What's the matter, do you want to see it?"
"Who wants to see it?" Zhuang Fanxin covered the lower half of his face with a book, "Is it comfortable to wear?"
Gu Zhuoyan said: "...comfortable."
He was a little frightened of Zhuang Fan. This person looked at the pure natural and pollution-free. He opened his mouth to either directly attack your sexual orientation, or to interview whether your underwear was comfortable or not, which made people feel no sense of privacy being protected.
But... quite exciting.
Gu Zhuoyan hurriedly fell asleep on the table, lest Zhuang Fanxin ask him more in-depth questions later.
This rain has been lingering for a day. How many people are looking forward to stopping before school, but it is more fun during the evening self-study. When the bell was about to ring, Zhuang Fanxin brought the English papers to distribute, a thin man running around the aisles.
He walked to the podium and said, "I sent the listening materials to the class mailbox, remember to listen."
"When did you post it?" Everyone responded immediately, "Playing with mobile phones in class!"
Zhuang Fanxin ran off the stage with a smile, just as the bell rang, the class suddenly clamored for school to be dismissed. He packed up his schoolbag and walked with Gu Zhuoyan. After walking alone for a school year, he was finally a companion.
Just after leaving the teaching building, Zhuang Xianyang's text message arrived, asking Zhuang Fanxin to take a taxi home. Zhuang Fan hesitated to go to the garage, Gu Zhuoyan bought a bicycle in order to go with him, but he took a taxi on the first day, not good
At this time, Gu Zhuoyan has already pushed out the car, thinking in his heart, the purpose of riding a bicycle is to increase intimacy. If Zhuang Fanxin takes a taxi and leaves, who will he be intimate with? With a bike
The two walked out of the gate of Tianzhong and went to the street. Zhuang Fanxin stood dumbfounded and didn't wave. Gu Zhuoyan got on his bicycle, hung up his schoolbag and asked, "Would you like me to take you? You can take a taxi when it rains?"
When Zhuang Fan heard this, he said, "Then I'll help you hold an umbrella!"
In the wind and rain, Gu Zhuoyan rode the twenty-eighth pole to carry Zhuang Fanxin home, weaving through the crowds and traffic. Zhuang Fanxin held up the umbrella behind him, and he was fairly stable at first, but his thin arms were not strong, and after three or five minutes, they went up and down.
The oncoming rain could not stop it, Gu Zhuoyan wiped the rain on his face and took the umbrella with his backhand. Holding the handlebars in one hand and the umbrella in the other, he rode smoothly. Zhuang Fan's heart was digging at the spring under the car seat, his hands were cold, and he couldn't grasp it tightly, and occasionally he had to support Gu Zhuoyan's waist.
Gu Zhuoyan was touched a few times and said, "You catch me."
Zhuang Fan thought: "I'm afraid the raincoat will wet your clothes."
Gu Zhuoyan didn't answer, and suddenly accelerated, Zhuang Fanxin exclaimed and hugged his waist, it was inevitable to get wet. Not only the side, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and sooner or later the front will get wet.
Halfway through, the sky seemed to leak.
At the red light, Gu Zhuoyan pulled over and stopped. He didn't care about the intimacy anymore. He turned around and said, "It's raining too much. You can take a taxi back now."
Wouldn't it be difficult to make a difference? Zhuang Fanxin asked deliberately, "Are you unable to ride anymore?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'm afraid you catch a cold."
Zhuang Fanxin got off the station and stood beside Daoyazi, and reached out to touch Gu Zhuoyan's arm. He leaned closer to squeeze under the umbrella, unzipped his raincoat, and said, "But I want to go with you."
Zhuang Fanxin took off his raincoat, and the wind and rain suddenly shivered. He put the raincoat on Gu Zhuoyan from the front, grabbed the umbrella and sat in the back, covering the backs of himself and Gu Zhuoyan.
"Don't make trouble, you'll definitely catch a cold like this—"
Without waiting for Gu Zhuoyan to finish speaking, Zhuang Fanxin interrupted: "I have a solution, the green light is coming, let's go!"
The red light turned green, Gu Zhuoyan pedaled through the intersection, and dense rain lines could be seen under the street light. The raincoat in front of him kept warm from the wind. He tilted his head and asked, "Are you cold?"
Zhuang Fan replied: "It's not cold, I have a solution."
Where does Gu Zhuoyan believe: "What can you have—"
Suddenly, his shirt was lifted from the back, and then a piece of cool skin pressed against his back. His unfinished words froze in his throat, and the whole person was stunned, and it took a few seconds to understand what happened.
Zhuang Fanxin got into Gu Zhuoyan's clothes, and one arm rubbed under the clothes, wrapping around Gu Zhuoyan's waist. His cheeks were against Gu Zhuoyan's back, and his palms were pressed against Gu Zhuoyan's abdominal muscles, so he was not cold at all.
Gu Zhuoyan's body was stiff, and he could even feel the breath exhaled from Zhuang Fan's heart.
He rang the car bell, but it seemed like he was stealing the bell, unable to hide his pounding heartbeat.
The author has something to say: Zhuang Fanxin is provoking gay every day