Zhuang Fanxin had a beautiful dream. When he woke up in the morning, he was reluctant to part with it. He took out his mobile phone and saw the photos posted by the Sports Commission last night.
It's a pity that it's too early, everyone is still sleeping, and there is no audience even if they go crazy. Zhuang Fanxin had no choice but to give up, got up and went to the studio, where he wrote the weekly diary in Chinese crookedly on the bus.
The studio was in a contiguous small western-style building, occupying the second floor exclusively. Zhuang Fan arrived early, and sat on the sofa by the window, kneeling on the window sill and looking at the scenery outside. The street was full of traffic, the sidewalk was blocked by trees, and a taxi was vaguely seen coming to a stop.
A child came down, with a red shirt and wavy hair. He walked into the sun and finally saw that it was Gu Baoyan. Zhuang Fan stared hard, and a few steps behind the child, there was a brother who was carrying a piano case and a water bottle.
Zhuang Fanxin ran out of the studio, rushed down the stairs, and braked suddenly at the corner of the stairs. Gu Zhuoyan was going upstairs, raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and stopped at the same time.
Probably thinking of the pink last night, Zhuang Fan felt a little shy: "Morning."
Gu Zhuoyan was also a little dizzy. He walked up the steps and walked up to the corner to face Zhuang Fanxin and said, "Morning, why are you here?"
Zhuang Fanxin replied, "The studio is on the second floor." He glanced at the piano case and children's water bottle in the other's hands, and remembered that there was a music studio on the third floor, "Send your sister to learn the piano?"
Gu Zhuoyan said "um", Xue Maochen originally accompanied him, but the old man had an appointment with his old colleagues today, so he had to go up. Just as she was pushed away by Gu Baoyan, the dead girl took Zhuang Fanxin's hand and said sweetly, "Brother Xiao Zhuang, you are so good at painting, did you learn it here?"
Zhuang Fanxin said, "Yes, do you still play the violin?"
Gu Baoyan said embarrassedly, "I'm just learning, but I'm not good at drawing." The children were all curious, so she dragged Zhuang Fan's heart up the stairs, "Brother, I want to see what the studio looks like, okay?"
There are only five minutes left for class. What are you watching? Gu Zhuoyan, the acting parent, should have stopped it, but he didn't say anything because he wanted to see it too.
Zhuang Fanxin took the brothers and sisters to visit. There was no strict division of labor in several rooms in the studio. Except for the lounge, the smallest one was the same as the other rooms.
Gu Baoyan was even more excited than visiting Disneyland. Those paintings, sculptures, and colorful paints made everything fresh. In her eyes, Zhuang Fanxin's image is not only handsome, but also two meters tall, 0.16 meters taller than Gu Zhuoyan.
Passing outside the room just now, Zhuang Fanxin introduced Pei Zhi to Gu Zhuoyan and said, "This is my good friend, Pei Zhi, who is one year older than us."
Gu Zhuoyan said politely, "Hello, I'm his neighbor, Gu Zhuoyan."
Pei Zhi was very gentle: "Hello, I heard Fanxin mention you."
Gu Zhuoyan's brainstorming, just as he frankly pursued in front of Lu Wen and others, will Zhuang Fanxin say something from the bottom of his heart in front of his friends? For example, what should I do if I like the handsome neighbor, and the sweet things with the transfer students.
He smiled unintentionally and asked, "What did you mention me? Didn't you say bad things?"
Pei Zhi said, "Show off the sneakers you gave him—"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhuang Fan pushed his ass back to his room, seven days a week. He embarrassedly changed the subject: "Is the little girl going to class soon?"
Gu Zhuoyan forgot his business. He glanced at his watch and saw that the violin class had started eight minutes. He carried Gu Baoyan and left, and went to the music studio on the third floor for class.
The other children were all seated, and Gu Baoyan ran over holding the violin, but he wanted to learn art. Gu Zhuoyan stayed in the rest area, surrounded by parents, young parents, elderly grandparents, he was just a young boy.
In the past, teachers were invited to teach the violin at home, but Xue Maochen felt that Gu Baoyan had just come into contact with the violin, so it would be boring.
Gu Zhuoyan listened to the parents. Others took pictures and videos to record the time when his beloved child was learning the piano. He played with his mobile phone, spread hysteria, and turned on the children's water bottle to drink water.
After a while, the violin was on the shoulder and neck and began to play.
It's like sawing wood, and people who don't know it think it's a decoration team.
Gu Zhuoyan sat lazily on the sofa, frowning and pursing his thin lips, he couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and sent a circle of friends. He doesn't like to share his life in essence, he used to show it to Xue Maochen, and he hasn't posted a single one since he came to Rongcheng.
At this moment he said: the ears really hurt.
In the studio downstairs, Zhuang Fanxin sneered while holding his mobile phone, and could imagine what Gu Zhuoyan was going through at this time. Just as he was enjoying himself, someone poked the back of his head with a finger. When he turned his face, the smile was not taken away: "What are you doing?"
Pei Zhi said, "What time is it?"
Zhuang Fan scratched his head, he made an appointment with the model today, and he was in charge of contacting him, but the other party was already a quarter of an hour late. The other party is Tong Yu from the second class of science. They take the Peiyou class together, and they are usually quite reliable.
"I'll ask." Zhuang Fanxin turned to the other party's phone and dialed it.
After three beeps, Tong Yu asked, "Fan Xin, is there something wrong?"
Zhuang Fan thought: "You forgot to be a model?"
Tong Yu said, "I met you in the corridor on Friday, didn't I tell you?"
At that time, Zhuang Fanxin was holding an English paper and met Tong Yu at the gate of the second class. Tong Yu told him that he was sprained in gym class and could not be a model today. On that day, I just focused on doing my homework quickly and didn't listen carefully, but in retrospect it seems to be true.
"...Then you take good care of your injuries, bye." Zhuang Fan hung up the phone with regret. When he turned around, he was speechless with the others, so he had to smile apologetically.
Where can I go to find someone who is free and willing to help, Zhuang Fan poked at the screen of his mobile phone at a loss, accidentally clicked on the circle of friends, and saw Gu Zhuoyan's complaint again.
He was in a spirit: "I found someone!"
Zhuang Fanxin ran out of the studio and ran up to the third floor to see the parents outside the classroom. Gu Zhuoyan was sitting among them with Erlang's legs on them, looking very conspicuous.
His ears tended to go numb, Gu Zhuoyan folded his elbows and looked at Gu Baoyan's silly appearance, and suddenly someone rushed in front of him, squatting beside his legs, and holding his knees. Seeing that it was Zhuang Fanxin, he was slightly surprised: "Why did you come up?"
Zhuang Fan's heart was a little out of breath: "I'll ask you for help..."
Gu Zhuoyan listened to the cause and effect, and did not want to help at all. Standing still in front of strangers for a few hours, being observed, scrutinized, and then painted into a painting, it is still unknown whether the painting is good or not, it would be better to listen to his sister play the piano.
Euthanasia and jumping off the building, definitely choose euthanasia.
"Help me." Zhuang Fan begged, "I'll treat you to dinner at noon."
Gu Zhuoyan was unmoved: "I invite you to dinner, don't beg me."
Zhuang Fan rubbed the knee in his heart: "Then anything else is fine. You can mention whatever conditions you have." In this case, you only owe one person, otherwise you will owe a good person to the studio. "I will agree to any conditions, and I can work."
Gu Zhuoyan was rubbed slightly soft-hearted. This was the second time that Zhuang Fanxin had used him after visiting the supermarket, and he was also acting like a spoiled child. He confirmed, "Any conditions?"
"...Okay!" Zhuang Fan agreed, and added timidly, "Don't embarrass me too much."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Okay, I'll talk about it someday when I think of it."
He agreed, followed Zhuang Fanxin downstairs to the studio, walked to the window under everyone's attention, and was arranged to sit on the small sofa in front of the window. For the first time, he betrayed his body and asked, "Do you use posing?"
Zhuang Fanxin said, "No, just relax and sit down." He arranged the cushions thoughtfully, "Try to keep your face as expressionless as possible, thank you."
Gu Zhuoyan is best at being expressionless, with the small sofa on its side, he sits casually on it, but he is a little unaccustomed to several glances, so he tilts his head to look at the street scene outside.
Everyone found a good position, Zhuang Fanxin reminded: "Gu Zhuoyan, turn your face back."
Gu Zhuoyan was at the mercy of others, turned his face straight, and stared at the texture of the wooden floor.
Gu Zhuoyan raised his eyes slightly, and said without sloppy eyes, he was not so obedient when facing Gu Shibo. It was really hard to sit there. After about half an hour, he picked up a magazine, "Clothing and Beauty" from the small table next to him. Whatever, even if he was given a Buddhist scripture to kill him now, he could read it more seriously than Xuanzang. .
Zhuang Fan calmly painted, looked up at the colorful and beautiful collocations on the magazine page, and then glanced at Gu Zhuoyan's concentrated expression, he couldn't help laughing while painting.
After finishing the last makeup look, Gu Zhuoyan re-read the first one, but still couldn't see the difference between each one. He closed the magazine in a loss, and when the hour was up, Zhuang Fan said, "Take a rest for ten minutes."
Gu Zhuoyan got up and moved his muscles and bones, holding his elbows and looking at the window, staring at the traffic and pedestrians outside. Zhuang Fanxin poured a glass of water and stood aside. The sun gradually became stronger, and he gently closed the curtains.
"Is it difficult to endure?"
"It's okay, it's just boring." Gu Zhuoyan said, "Find me something to see?"
Zhuang Fanxin went to his schoolbag, but he didn't bring any books, only two sets of homework papers, thinking about taking time to study the unsolved problems. Who knows that it is in line with Gu Zhuoyan's intention, thinking about the topic is very time-consuming.
After the break, Gu Zhuoyan sat down and continued to be a model, holding Zhuang Fanxin's physics and chemistry papers. He hadn't done his share yet, so he started to read slowly from the first one, picking up a pencil from the small table in the process and circling the question that Zhuang Fanxin had made a mistake.
Seeing the blank finale question, Gu Zhuoyan roughly wrote down a few key formulas, and after reading the two test papers, after more than an hour before he knew it, he was a little tired and leaned back in the chair to let it go.
He seemed to be used to this state, and he didn't feel awkward when facing the gazes from other people, instead he was able to look back calmly and indifferently. But he had no interest in others, and only looked straight at Zhuang Fanxin.
The other was wearing a mottled apron, the same as when they first met.
Zhuang Fanxin smeared a stroke on the canvas, raised his head to meet Gu Zhuoyan's look at him, so he smiled lightly, and drew with his eyes closed for a moment. When he looked up again, he found that Gu Zhuoyan was still looking this way.
After a few back and forth, he was sure that Gu Zhuoyan was staring at him.
Zhuang Fanxin squeezed the barrel of the pen, but the next strokes lost some strength. He stopped and looked back hesitantly. The tulle curtains couldn't block the noon sun, and the hazy light gold shone through and enveloped Gu Zhuoyan's shoulders.
Gu Zhuoyan leaned against the armrest in a relaxed manner, holding the test paper in his hand, his long legs were numb, and stretched forward. The corners of his mouth did not lift at all, but there was a little smile in his eyes looking at Zhuang Fanxin.
When it was time to rest, everyone stretched and discussed what to eat for lunch. Zhuang Fanxin was still holding the palette, waiting for the others to leave one after another, leaving only him and Gu Zhuoyan in the room.
Zhuang Fan's heart seemed to wake up from a dream, he put down the things at hand, took off his apron, and walked to the small sofa. He was inexplicably embarrassed and had nothing to say: "Are you tired?"
"A little bit." Gu Zhuoyan handed over the paper, "It's decided."
Zhuang Fanxin pinched the other end, but Gu Zhuoyan didn't let go, and pulled him playfully. He finally couldn't help but ask: "Why did you look at me just now?"
Gu Zhuoyan said righteously, "I don't know anyone else."
These words were irrefutable, and suddenly Gu Zhuoyan pulled Zhuang Fanxin half a step closer, so close that they rubbed against each other's knees. He raised his face and looked at Zhuang Fanxin: "Then why are you looking at me?"
No matter how to draw, Zhuang Fanxin lowered his head and hesitated to answer why.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't ask questions, he suddenly remembered the words in an old song-silence is like a song, it feels like poetry, sweetness is the infatuation in his eyes.
Maybe it's a string of good days that you will remember in your dreams in the future.